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1kook · 3 years

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ZOOM CALL

⇢ meeting two

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

⇢ series masterlist

summary: Most notably, there’s one group project waiting for you, which leads you to Friday. Sitting at your desk, bright and early, absolutely dreading being assigned to your group. genre: fluff, slice of life, smut (tags tba) warnings: ITS A SLOW BURN OKAY...., sweetheart jk, campus crush jk, college crushes, social distancing, zoom -_-, jk owns a keroppi plush, oc thirsts over his hot bod, jk’s sweet attempts at flirting </3 he’s just 2 cute for his own good ratings: e for everyone <3 wc: 3.7k

notes: this took long bc i wrote one version but it was SO LAME u guys r lucky my friend and editor ( @kigurumu 🖤 ) stopped me from posting it. so then i had to reorganize my thoughts n b like girl. the ppl are waiting. get it together. anyway here’s zoom jk 😎

Being grouped with Jeon Jungkook (he/him) for your first class on the first day of your first Zoom semester truly sets the standard.

By no means do your other classes suck; they’re quite enjoyable, more relevant to your area of study. They’re familiar which makes them comfortable, your Zoom meetings filled with faces you’ve seen time and time again the last four years. The material interests you, so you definitely don’t have anything against them or your classmates.

That being said, no one is prepared for the awkwardness that comes with each and every Zoom meeting. You never thought you’d be embarrassed to turn your mic on— to speak in a class filled with your peers. And the meetings are all like that, filled with uncomfortable silences and endless black screens.

You wish there was a Jeon Jungkook (he/him) in every class.

Jungkook’s just got this bubbly aura to him, this magnetic presence that staples itself into the back of your mind with each passing day. No one fills a Zoom call like he does, making every person laugh and smile like him.

Wednesday rolls around and you find yourself a little disheartened when you don’t get sorted into the same randomized group as him again. Disappointment melts into annoyance when you find out how incompetent your other classmates are, refusing to speak in the small group or just completely clocking out all together. A lot of them didn’t do the reading— the one you stayed up all night doing —and your first partnered assignment of the semester finds you doing it all by yourself. Muted mics, black windows, complete radio silence; you hated it all.

You find yourself weirdly longing for Jeon Jungkook’s presence, even if he’s only there to talk about some movie he saw last night. No one is as much of a chatterbox as him, can’t even hold a candle to the way he draws everyone in with his mindless conversations. At least he speaks during Breakout Rooms, you think bitterly.

Anyway, the first week of classes ends and your brain is a frenzied mess. There’s schedules to memorize, professors to impress, assignments to plan out. There’s definitely no time to sit around and fantasize about the curly haired cutie in one of your general classes. The weekend is spent trying to organize your planner, filling in due dates and exam days ahead of time. It’s your last semester and you’re dead set on making it your best one yet. There’s a lot of written work this time around, analyses and research papers that need to be organized. The road ahead is manageable, but you’ll have to work hard to keep it that way for the next five months.

Most notably, there’s one group project waiting for you, which leads you to Friday. Sitting at your desk, bright and early, absolutely dreading being assigned to your group.

Jungkook is early this time, not like on Monday where he’d been one of the last to filter in, and he’s looking as chirpy as ever. Donning this horrendously hot pink shirt, completely unlike the neutral tones he’d worn during your last two meetings and that decorate his room, and the cutest pair of circle glasses sitting on his nose. He says his regularly scheduled ‘good morning’ to you all and receives a collective response from the rest of the class that not even your professor got.

Speaking of the professor, you’ve been giving him the stink eye this whole time. Not that he can tell, given the fact he’s probably miles away in his own home while you angrily glare at him through your webcam. It’s this old guy who’s decided to sort you all into semester long groups for the class, which is the absolute worst. These types of groups always go the same way: you make a group chat promising to study together, those plans fall through, and then everyone just leeches off of each other for homework answers. And in most cases, it’s you handing over your homework answers because no one else ever bothers to do anything. Sadly, it’s a routine you’ve had to suffer through many times in your academic career.

The thought makes you sick. Having to spend another semester being labeled as the bossy, nerdy dictator of the group? Not exactly how you wanted to spend the last few months of college, but there’s nothing you can do. Maybe this time around you’ll just let it be, won’t fight it (and by it, you mean your lazy classmates when they inevitably try to guilt trip you for homework) and simply let it run its course.

“I’m going to put you guys into Breakout Rooms with your new groups!” your professor claps excitedly, and then you and the rest of your classmates are forced to watch him lean too close to the camera as he begins clicking around to find the preset groups he’s assigned the class. “Remember, guys, this is it for the rest of the semester. So if something isn’t right, let me know by the end of today.”

Man, this was going to suck, you groan. The syllabus had said that the purpose of these groups was to keep you all connected with your classmates during these trying times, to give you the same opportunities in-person learning would. Frankly, you’re not too worried about making friends with everyone in this large class. Most of them are younger than you anyway, save for Jeon Jungkook (he/him) and a handful of others who are apparently in your year. Befriending lowerclassmen only to have to bid them adieu in a few months seems awfully sad, a little too heartbreaking. You really just want to get a good grade in this class, collect the last of your credits, and put this whole college experience behind you.

Your thoughts are wrapped up by the pop-up message that appears on screen.

The host is inviting you to join a Breakout Room: Group 12

You sigh, contemplate dropping this class for all of two seconds, before dutifully accepting the request. Worse comes to worst, you make up some lie to tell your professor that you’re allergic to group work and hope it works. (It won’t.)

You sit through the mandatory loading screen for a few seconds before being abruptly dumped into your new room, Group 12, or so the message had said. There’s no one else here yet, which isn’t really a surprise. A lot of your classmates are probably like you, scowling at the pop up message every time your professor sends you into small groups before accepting the request. So you chill by yourself, eyes tracing over your own mirrored image. The notes on last night’s reading are neatly laid out before you, your copy of the book off to the side.

Another beat and then, much to your surprise, Jeon Jungkook (he/him) is appearing in your room. “Oh,” he says, round eyes magnified by the thick lens of his glasses, the glare of the computer’s glow casting a funny shape across the lens that momentarily robs you of his pretty eyes. His pretty pink lips stretch into a smile, upper lip thinning out a bit when he flashes you those perfect teeth. “Hi, __,” he greets politely, bubbly.

It’s embarrassing how much his presence affects you, your back going ramrod straight in a terrible attempt to compose yourself. “Hi, Jungkook,” you manage to get out, fingers nervously reaching for something, anything, to ground yourself. They land on a pencil.

Jungkook doesn’t seem even the slightest bit aware of the commotion he causes within you. “I was really nervous for these groups,” he begins rambling right away, lips pushing down into an exaggerated frown as he shivers at the memory. “But I’m glad I got placed with someone hardworking like you!”

Despite how sweet he sounds, you’re not entirely sure if he’s buttering you up just to take advantage of your ‘hardworking’ attitude later down the road or if he’s genuinely being polite. The little information you know about Jungkook wants you to believe it is the latter; he’s very kind, sweet and nice in a way that makes everyone he speaks to feel warm. Still, for all you know this could be some elaborate ruse of his to make you trust him now and then convince you to do all the work for the rest of the semester.

Tentatively, you ask, “and how would you know that?” You try your best to keep your usual snappiness out of your voice, pose it simply out of curiosity. But everything you say or do feels like a stark contrast to Jungkook and his bubbliness.

His head tilts cutely to the side, imploring brown eyes looking at you for one hard second. And then, “I read your forum analysis from Wednesday,” he admits, breaking into a smile. Shy and tiny, bashfully looking down at his desk. “I thought your perspective on the piece was really interesting,” he says, lips pursing together as if he’s suddenly too embarrassed to admit such things to you.

Stunned, all you can manage is one slow nod. “Thank you,” you eventually choke out, trying to ward the heat away from your cheeks as Jungkook sheepishly nods back, cute smile still on his face.

“Oh, please,” he chuckles, raising his hand to rub at the back of his neck. “Don’t thank me!”

It is in this exact moment that you are suddenly made aware of two things.

One: despite his collection of soft sweaters and t-shirts, his bouncy curls and sweet smile, Jeon Jungkook’s body is neither as cute nor as soft as any of his belongings. In fact, Jeon Jungkook’s body is all hard planes and prominent veins. Arms beefy, biceps that bulge beneath the fabric of the short sleeve t-shirt he’s donned today. His shoulders fill out the material nicely, making him look broad and huge, but that’s not even the worst part, because—

—two: Jeon Jungkook is covered in ink. Dark streaks and swirls paint his forearms, curling around his elbow. Every inch of his pale skin is littered with tiny designs. They dance along the back of his hands, over his knuckles, and end at an unidentifiable point beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt. When he tugs at the neckline of his shirt in an effort to readjust it, you hope your eyes are deceiving you and that isn’t a hint of ink by his collarbone.

Your normal composure seems to slip away at the mere thought.

It’s Jungkook’s voice that brings you back, a soft timbre that asks, “aren’t we supposed to have someone else in our group?” You flinch as if you’ve been caught ogling him, never mind the fact he’s started mindlessly shuffling some papers around on his desk, not the slightest bit concerned with you.

“Oh— um, yes. I think,” you stammer, feeling like some creep for ogling your very cute, very sweet classmate. The memory of his inky skin nearly sends a shiver down your spine as you navigate back to the class syllabus. “We’re supposed to have at least three people,” you read off, glancing at the boy on your screen who frowns at the news.

“Do you think they dropped?” Given it was still only the first week of school, probably. There had been a fewer number of people in the call when it started, you remembered. Jungkook sighs, this rather light sound that ends in a hum. “Well, we can always wait a few minutes just in case.”

So you wait, nervously bouncing your leg up and down. It’s not awkward, or at least, not as awkward as it would be with anyone else. The other week you had silently sat with another classmate in a one-on-one discussion and hadn’t uttered a word for five minutes. It wasn’t because you didn’t care about the class, but because said classmate had been tapping away on their phone the entire time and hadn’t even responded to your simple greeting. That was awkward.

With Jungkook it’s more weird than awkward. You can tell the silence makes him uncomfortable because he keeps doing these tiny inhales like he’s about to speak, followed by a little head shake where he seemingly stops himself from saying anything at all. He wants to talk, very badly it seems, but holds back for some odd reason.

He’s scribbling on some sheet of paper, leaning forward to give you a view of the top of his head. From this angle, his shirt hangs forward and a silver necklace falls out from beneath the neckline, thuds against the table. And then your suspicions are nearly confirmed, and oh god, is that a chest piece—

You quickly look away.

Robbed of his handsome face and feeling like you’ll die if you look at his body any longer, you settle for your newly acquired favorite pastime: inspecting your classmates’ rooms over Zoom. Yes, you’ll admit it is incredibly nosy, but what else can you do? You can only look at your professor for so long until you inevitably grow bored, attention drifting off to your classmates tiny windows. And with no professor in sight, just gorgeous Jeon Jungkook, you quickly begin your examination of his bedroom.

Jungkook’s room is pretty much the same as you remember it, rather neat and plain. There’s not a lot going on in terms of decoration, which is a little surprising to say the least. Over the course of the week, you’ve watched your classmates’ dormitories and bedrooms gradually change, decorations and tapestries decorating the walls, mountains of pillows added to their beds. It’s only natural that everyone has an innate need to show off who they are now more than ever, and you thought Jungkook would be the same.

Apparently not.

Aside from the guitar you had spotted on Monday, his little dorm room remains unchanged. Blank walls, grayscale sheets. The same perfectly fluffed pillows and then—

A tiny Keroppi plush smack dab in the middle of his bed.

It’s adorable but a little out of place amongst Jungkook’s rather masculine decorations (or lack thereof). A tiny green doll sitting by his pillows, cute striped shirt and ridiculously dopey smile.

Leaning forward, you unmute yourself and conversationally say, “I love your Keroppi.”

At the sudden sound of your voice, Jungkook abruptly straightens up, glasses practically at the very tip of his nose. Eyes wide, it takes him a second to process your words before jerkily whipping around to stare at the aforementioned item. “Oh,” he jumps, slowly looking at his screen again, lips pulled into a tight line. “Um… it’s not mi—“

“It’s adorable,” you add, propping your chin in your palm, absolutely endeared with the rosy color that paints his cheeks, fades down the column of his neck.

He squirms, hurriedly pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He looks like he’ll deny it again, nervously nibbling at his lower lip, before eventually he settles with a sigh. “I won it from a crane machine,” he confesses with a sheepish huff of laughter, rolling backwards to the edge of his bed to snatch it from its spot.

(Of course he manspreads as he sits, dark jeans hugging his thighs as he rolls back your way. His arm looks so strong, covered in all that ink, you nearly drool.)

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” he says, abandoning his embarrassment as he shakes the little figure around, makes it look like it’s dancing for you. “My mom said it looks like me.”

At that, you laugh. Loud and boisterous because you were definitely not expecting Jungkook to say that, such an odd but weirdly fitting comparison that has you looking at the doll in his hands with renewed interest. And through the pixelated screen, you can see the similarities: Jungkook does have the same smile as Keroppi.

“Your mom was right,” you agree, wiping a faux tear from the corner of your eye. “Very cute.”

Jungkook’s got this big goofy smile on, shaking his head in disbelief that you would ever dare agree with his mom. Like he’s genuinely enjoying himself, you think, oddly proud to have evoked that reaction from him. Granted, Jungkook always looks like he’s pretty happy during class, but it feels nice knowing that you were (confirmed) the reason why.

A little caught up with the bumbling feeling in your chest, you’re not expecting his next words. “Does that mean I’m cute?” he asks, still with that same dopey smile on his face.

It’s a bold statement you wouldn’t have expected from him, someone who seems content being the world’s friend, but apparently Jeon Jungkook also craves compliments.

Slowly, you nod. “...yes,” you say, trying to keep the tumultuous emotions inside of you at bay while you grant him this one compliment. Outwardly, you give him what you hope is an obviously feigned look of disbelief, managing to lace it with a little amusement as you shake your head at his inquiry. On the inside, your mind and heart are a thundering racetrack, the roar of the engines and the screams of the crowd enough to momentarily make you lose your senses. “Very cute,” you repeat, hoping he can’t hear the same pounding of your heartbeat in your throat and in your ears as you do. “Like a little frog.”

Jungkook graces your robotic response with the most boyish laugh, head tossed back as one loud cackle (because, really, there is no other way to describe the sound that tears itself from his throat) escapes him, curls bouncing back from the movement. “Cute like a frog,” he wheezes, seemingly to himself as he shakes his head with a grin, scooting closer to the camera again. “That’s a new one.”

“You set yourself up for it,” you defend, busying yourself with the papers spread out in front of you before Jungkook can distract you any further. “Anyway!” you announce, neatly lining the papers up. “Our group.”

Jungkook does his best to wipe the glee off his face, but even as he reaches around for his things, it’s still there. “Right,” he agrees, “we have to, um—“ a huff of laughter “—group contract! Or, well, partner project.”

Briefly, you consider calling in your professor to inform him of your missing partner. He had said to let him know by the end of today if something was wrong. But, honestly, you didn’t see a problem with your group the way it was now. While you can only hope he’ll turn out to be as dedicated to his work as you, as it stands now, there weren’t any major red flags surrounding Jungkook’s character.

Besides, you didn’t mind being with him for the rest of the semester.

You nod, forcing yourself to ignore the glimmer in his eyes when he looks at you through the screen. “I think it’s safe to say it’ll just be the two of us, which I don’t mind,” you say, glancing at the time on the corner of your screen to see five minutes have passed since you agreed to wait. “Do you?”

On screen, Jungkook profusely shakes his head, curls bouncing all over the place. “Nope,” he hums. “I don’t mind at all,” he reassures you, resting his chin in his palm as he regards you, and then sweetly adds, “it’ll be nice with just us, __.”

Right.

You gulp, heart fluttering at the dreaminess he exudes through your screen, the soft strand of hair that falls over his forehead, tickles his brow bone when he flashes you another smile. He was so handsome. Before you say anything silly, you quickly attempt to move on. “But it does make us more of a duo than a group.”

Jungkook looks away from his screen for the first time in what feels like forever and you finally let your heart rest for a second. “A duo,” he murmurs, shuffling through his papers. “Like Mickey and Minnie?”

You nearly choke on your spit, coughing to hide the surprise from his rather cute suggestion. He’s not even looking at you, doesn’t even realize the absolute shock he’s thrown you in by comparing the two of you to one of the most famous couples— that’s what they are, a goddamn couple, not a duo! the words mean two completely different things! —in the world. Instead, Jungkook is humming the theme song to Drake & Josh.

This man was dangerous for your heart.

After having felt all the emotions in the world in the span of ten seconds, you eventually gather the courage to say, “sure,” and quickly try to move the conversation along. “We just need to, um, make some ground rules and responsibilities for us to follow.”

Jungkook nods, finally glancing up again, but not at you. He’s glaring at some point behind his computer, brows furrowed together as he begins brainstorming on his own. You try to, really, but his lips pout adorably when he’s deep in thought, and they’re just so pink and look so soft and would feel like—

“Well, we should probably exchange numbers first,” Jungkook says, interrupting your spiraling thoughts with a new topic to spiral over. He tilts his head to the side, brown eyes focused on you.

“Yes, of course,” you stammer, fumbling for your phone as Jungkook lets out a soft yay at your acceptance of his request. Quickly, he recites his number and you type it in with trembling hands into the number pad, giving him a quick call so he can have your number as well.

You save him right away, just his name followed by the class you share with him. Not like you know any other Jeon Jungkooks, and if you did, you doubt anyone could ever leave such an impact like this Jeon Jungkook.

“__, look,” Jungkook calls, that same excitement lacing his already lovely voice, and you raise your head up at the screen again. He’s waving his phone over his camera, so you don’t get to see his face when he says, “It’s a little mouse emoji and a pink bow— just like Minnie!”

Dangerous for your heart and, most likely, the death of you this semester.

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daughterofthesungod · 2 years

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So, I started Journaling and scrapbooking last week. I've wanted to do it for a while but I thought I was gonna give up instantly. I've tried to do bullet journal before and it was more frustrating and tiring than helping. I was scared that this type of Journaling was going to be like that too, but on the contrary I felt so good while cutting pictures and things and then arranging and pasting them and decorating the page. At first I didn't know what to do, but then I saw some Z pictures and some Tom pictures and I felt inspired to do it. I realized that Z and T and also Marvel inspire me a lot to do things.

In the last couple of years I have been really blocked, artistically at least. I've always enjoyed reading, and writing and coloring and stuff like that, but then I started school and I was packed with homework and reading materials, a huge amount of things to do, and a really demanding job. I started to have less time for myself and dread any creative thing. I also couldn't read books, or even listening to music or watch movies and shows, it was a big block. This year I graduated, which was a huge relief. I mean, I love the degree I chose, I am really passionate about it, and I'm happy to say that I am a translator. That's one of the things that when I was a kid I saw myself doing in the future, I wanted to translate books and movies. But studying was hard, and frustrating and so tiring, and it made me question my abilities and capabilities. Then the pandemic started and that just made it worse, no matter how hard I try I couldn't do anything creative and I thought I was never gonna go back and do things I used to love.

Then, I started to enjoy things again slowly and started to get hyped about new music, new movies, artists. But then I found myself obsessing over Marvel more than I've had.

I’ve always liked Marvel, always enjoyed it, but somehow in the last couple of years I just become a huge, huge fan, especially of Spider-man and Scarlet Witch. I became obsessed with those characters and their stories and I found myself watching their movies/show over and over again. I even started reading fanfics, watching videos, following fan accounts of them. It was a whole thing.

At some point I started to think about story plots and situations in my mind that I'd love to read about, but I knew I was never gonna write them or anything. Just reading fanfics was a huge step for me, at least it was just one thing I was enjoying again. Yet, after passing my last exam and finally graduating I found myself wanting to do more, wanting to do things I used to love or do things I always wanted to do, like journaling. It was crazy to me because one day I was just reading fanfics, watching videos, and liking/reblogging T&Z and Spider-man things, or Marvel things in general; and the next I was writing my first fanfic in 6 years and starting a journal. I just felt so inspired by them and it feels so good.

About journaling, I've done only 2 spreads so far, but I plan to do a lot more.

My first spread was inspired by Z, and even though it was my first try and I thought I was probably not gonna like it much bc I had no idea what I was doing and I also didn't have many things to do it I have to say that I feel really good and proud of it. Just the fact that I did it makes me proud, I took the time to do it and I enjoyed it and didn't got frustrated or gave up. At the end for a first time I really like the outcome.

I admire Z a lot, I love all of her works and I love that she's finally showing all her potential and just how good of an actress she is. She's a huge inspiration and just an amazing person. The moment I thought about what I wanted my first spread to be I had no doubts, I needed to do a Zendaya one.

After that one I got scared. I was afraid to lose inspiration and dread doing another one. However when I sat in front on my desk with the notebook opened and a huge blank page and the few materials I had (bc I don't have much yet) I knew exactly was I was gonna do. A few hours before I saw a really cute Tomdaya post that had some quotes and things T & Z have said about each other and it made me so soft that I just knew I had to do an spread about them. Again it's really simple and my writing is not exactly beautiful but I am learning and I'm still proud of it because I did it, once again I didn't give up and that matters the most to me.

I know this might seem really dumb, but it is a huge deal to me. They've inspired me enough to be creative again and enjoy this kind of things when I thought I was never gonna have that part of me again. It makes me so happy that I wanted to share it, to have this immortalized somewhere, mainly for me. I feel like I can't share it anywhere else but here where nobody knows me and pplbwon't judge me, or maybe they will who knows, but I still have my anonymity I guess. Anyway, I just want always remember this feeling in case I go through another creative block.

Hopefully one day I will also share the things I'm writing, but somehow that scares me more than anything else. For now I will just keep making spreads and learning and being inspired by this beautiful humans and beautiful characters.

#scrapbooking #journal #journaling #art #spider man fanart #zendaya #tom holland #tomdaya #fanart #marvel #spideychelle

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sunlightandsuffering · 2 years

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eren saw mikasa eating a cake pop and he’s like omg a cake pop eating a cake pop ☺️😱

writing cake pop Mikasa's fic bc fluff 🥺🥺

Mikasa is excited, it's the first day of the new semester, first day of the new year and she's pumped. Her first semester of university hadn't been the most fun, high school definitely had NOT prepared her for the woes of university. How to study, how to properly take an exam, so many life skills she was lacking.

She'd only just learned how to properly do laundry and her mom had laughed on speakerphone the entire time Mikasa was fiddling with the dumb machine, cursing away the card they used to pay for each load. So, she was excited to start the new semester fresh, she'd broken up with her boyfriend of two years, rekindled her friendship with Armin who she'd went to high school with and now she had new friends and a new dorm. It was going to be a great year.

"Mikasa," the cafe barista calls out her name and Mikasa happily recieves her treats for the day, ice coffee and a beloved cake pop, a well-deserved reward for her first day back. She's going to need the caffeine to psyche herself up to meet the rest of Armin's friendgroup. She already knows a few people, she'd had a class with Sasha and Annie is Armin's girlfriend, but she's never been together with everyone all at once before. She's a little nervouse for the adventure.

But everyone is more than welcoming and as Mikasa finds them in the corner of the large cafe, she's ushered comfortably into the middle of the booth, everyone rushing to give her a good seat so she can meet everyone. Soon, it's like she's known these people forever, it's nice.

She's already finished her coffee and ready to dig into some homework well everyone chats and multitasks, Connie doing some calculus in the corner while Sasha whines about an essay that's already due next week.

Mikasa opens her metallic pink laptop and pops her beloved iced treat to eat, a chocolate cake-pop covered in pink icing. It's not quite the same as the ones her mom used to pack her for lunch, but it's close enough and it reminds her of home.

She's about to pop it in her mouth, take a moment to look around and enjoy her life, this moment surrounded by new friends and good company when it happens. The bane of her existence, she hears it and it's all over .

"Oh my god, Cake Pop?" Mikasa looks up in mild horror as Eren Yeager appears in her line of sight, patting Armin's back as everyone welcomes him, green eyes zeroing in on her treat. "Oh my god Cake Pop it's you!" He sounds thrilled to see her, gleeful almost and Mikasa drops her treat, leave it to Eren to remember his stupid nickname for her, the bane of her existence.

Cake Pop, who the hell calls someone cake pop, its just so weird! People used to make fun of her for it, they'd pinch her cheeks and tell her head was round just like a cake pop, it made her want to scream.

Now, said in his much deeper, raspier voice she doesn't exactly hate the way the name sounds on his lips, but still on principle it's unacceptable. She glares at him, cheeks puffing up and Eren's grin widens. "Oh Cake Pop, you haven't changed have you?" "Eren who are you talking about?" His index finger points at Mikasa, "That's my girl, right Cake Pop?" He pops the 'p' at the end of his sentence and Mikasa groans, "Please stop calling me that.

"Never."

He turns back to Connie who had asked the question and now looks a little shocked, "You two know each other?" "Of course! We went to elementary school together, and every time I see her, she's ALWAYS eating a cake pop." "Mikasa is that your nickname?" Armin asks innocently, and Mikasa wants to throttle Eren, no this nickname is not following her to university! She's about to respond when Eren cuts her off, "Nah, only I call Mikasa that, right Cake Pop?" She grits her teeth, glaring up at him, if this is what it'll take, "Yeah, it's just Eren, people call me Mika sometimes but Eren is the only one to choose that particular nickname." He grins evilly, "And I'll be the only one to use it, now Connie scoot over, I want to catchup with my girl there I haven't seen her since elementary school." Connie does as he's told and Mikasa finds herself pressed very up close and personal with Eren Yeager and all his attention on her, all to antagonize her. "Having fun Cake Pop?" He asks and Mikasa gives him her dirtiest look, "I hate you." "Nah I don't think you do Cake Pop," he snatches her beloved treat from where it sits untouched on her napkin, bringing it to his lips and she makes a sound of indignation.

"Give it back!"

He's pure evil.

He brings the pink treat up to her lips, giving her a meaninfgul look and she reluctantly takes it into her mouth, the whole thing all at once. She glares at him as her lips wrap around the stick it's held on, chewing begrudgingly. It tastes good, like the best chocolate

Eren lets go, watching her intently as she chews, "I'm getting your number by the way Cake Pop, you're too cute to let go again."

Mikasa is left a little dumbfounded as Eren then goes on to do his homework, like he didn't just compliment her. What the fuck?

#lys's drabbles #eremika

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songbirdstyles · 4 years

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OH MY GOSH cockwarming with prof harry though😫 AHHH MAYBE HES LIKE GRADING OR SOMETHING OR LIKE HUNGOVER IDK AND YOU JUST WANNA FEEL HIM AH send an ambulance OMG OR WHILE YOU TRY AND DO YOUR WORK AND HES BEING ANNOYING TRYING TO CUDDLE AND STUFF SO HE JUST SETS YOU ON HIS LAP WHILE HE LETS YOU WORK awhhhh and you’re like trying to pay attention to your homework but he is in your ear like “ can’t focus can ya, pet?”

I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR THIS

on a side note i read this RLLY RLLY good cockwarming harry styles fic thing but i can’t find it:-(( if i can find it i’ll rb bc it was like... one of my favorite harry styles writings ever

You’re beginning to learn that Harry’s willpower is just a touch stronger than yours.

It doesn’t matter what you do - walk into the kitchen wearing just his Fleetwood t-shirt, or just his pink sweatpants - he won’t budge. Looked at you for a second or two, gave you a peck, and turned back to the stack of exams he was grading. (Exams he wouldn’t let you help with, no matter how much you’d asked if he wanted help.)

And you knew his favourite thing was seeing you in his clothes. He told you, time and time again, the things it did to him when you walked around wearing his stuff. But it wasn’t working, now, and it was beginning to bother you.

You knew he had to get his exams graded but you also knew he’d been working for nearly four hours, and you’d been watching television in the living room or playing with Marie. But it wasn’t enough - during finals week you’d both been too stressed to do anything and you’d looked forward to the time when it was over, when you could finally get fucked again.

(You’d forgotten, for a brief second - or a brief couple of weeks - that he was a professor, and his workload increased greatly when finals week was over.)

“Harry.”

You kick his foot beneath the table, ducking your head to try and see if you could get at least a smile out of him. But he doesn’t budge, merely crossing out an answer on someone’s exam.

You wait another moment, drumming your fingers on the table. And you try again, a minute or two later, pressing your cheek to the table so you can see his face as he stares down at his exams. “Professor?”

He hums in response.

You’re not sure if that’s a cue to shut up or what do you need so you assume it’s the latter, scooting your chair closer to his. “Can you take a break? Please. I miss you.”

And then he snorts - not the response you’d wanted, but at least you’d gotten one - and says, “Miss me or miss my cock, baby?”

Both, but mainly his cock. You cross your arms in response. “I miss both. But, honestly, I haven’t seen your dick in quite a while.”

“You know, some couples go months without sex.”

“I could never,” you tell him, scooting your chair even closer to him, and you can see the beginnings of a smile cracking on his lips. “And I know you couldn’t, either. A few minutes, just a quick fuck. Please? I won’t bother you until you’re done grading, then, I promise. S’just that I feel so empty.”

Harry stops answering, then, and you wait another minute for a response before pushing yourself up from your chair. You’ve pushed yourself so close to him that you barely have to take a step before you’re right next to him, and instinctively he moves his arm so you can collapse into his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder, and then pull away to press a soft kiss to his throat.

His arm goes around your back, holding your body tight to his and it constricts your movement almost completely. (You’re merely in a tank top and a pair of panties, which was your third attempt at trying to get him to take a break and fuck you.) You’re not necessarily sure what he’s doing hear but you’re just happy to be close to him.

For a moment, it’s all you need. To be close to him. But it’s not enough, and the emptiness that you’d been feeling during finals week finally starts to bubble up. When his arm around you loosens a bit you reach down, undoing the bow he’d tied in his sweatpants and undoing it with the swiftness of someone who’s done it a thousand times before.

(Which you are.)

“What’re you doing?” Harry questions, glancing down at your hands as you reach into his sweatpants, wrapping your hand around his cock. You can tell how he’s trying to restrict his moan and you smile weakly, tugging his cock out of his sweatpants. He’s half hard and you look up at him with a small smile. “Bein’ so needy. Fuck.”

You reach down, tugging your panties to the side, and you line the tip of his cock up with your entrance. Then you pause, giving him just a moment to stop you - if he truly wanted you to stop he would’ve done it by now, but you’ll give him another chance - and when he makes no move to stop you, you sink down onto his cock.

A soft moan forces its way from your throat at the feeling of finally being full and you can hear the way Harry swallows - the way he always does when he’s trying to be quiet but you’re bad at that. You bring your hand to the back of his neck, leaning up to kiss his throat again before slowly rising up, and when you push yourself back down you feel his arm around your back again.

You can’t move anymore, and you look up at him, confusion in your eyes. But he doesn’t look the least bit phased - on the contrary, he looks relaxed and positively buried in his assignments.

“Harry,” you murmur, breathing heavy, and when he doesn’t look at you you reach up to grab his face, pulling it towards you. It’s then that you can see the smugness in his smile, and you furrow your eyebrows. “Gotta move, Harry.”

He shakes his head, curls flopping in front of his eyes. “Told me you felt empty, right? Now you’re full. Since you had to be so needy, you’re not movin’ until I’m done. How’s that sound?”

#harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #answers #prof!harry

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everybodyscupoftea · 4 years

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idk if you’re doing lil blurb or not but i love your writing so much and i’ve just been down a lot recently and was wondering if you could write like a little soft frat!jj bc i feel like he’d just be so sweet y’know?? anyways thank you if you do write this 🥺💜

of course i can!

sorry that you’ve been feeling down lately, if you need to talk or vent, you can message me anytime!

sometimes you have trouble sleeping. when you’re feeling particularly stressed over school, or if you’re feeling unproductive and in a rut, or even if you just weren’t active enough during the day to tire you out. it was annoying, especially when jj was asleep next to you and all you could do was stare at the ceiling.

it was a huge issue more toward the beginning of the relationship. he’d wake up when you were finally on the verge of sleep, and his moving around would wake you right back up. then you’d spend the whole day pretty cranky and sleep deprived.

it had been something you’d been dealing with for years, so you weren’t too keen on talking about it, and poor jj had no clue what he did to make you mad. he’d ask something like, “did i do something?”

which, yes and no. because he wasn’t the reason you couldn’t sleep but he was the reason you woke back up, so you’d just brush it off with a, “don’t worry about it, it’s personal.”

he only found out when he stayed up later than you once to study for a huge exam he had the next afternoon. you laid there, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, while he sat at his desk and pored over his notes.

eventually, he felt your gaze at 2 a.m. and looked over, “oh, shit, sweetheart, am i keeping you up?”

you sighed, playing with the corner of the blanket, “no, it’s not you.”

he pushed his chair away from the desk and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge near you. jj stroked through your hair a few times before asking, “do you want to talk about it?”

the atmosphere in the room was quiet and intimate, and you didn’t really want to talk about it, but you figured this would be your best opportunity, so you gathered up the courage and told him, “sometimes i can’t sleep. melatonin doesn’t help, i’ve tried essential oils and sleepy time tea, i just have to ride it out.”

jj stayed quiet apart from a thoughtful hum and continued running his fingers through your hair. it was calming and the longer he did it, your eyes grew heavy. you weren’t able to fall asleep, but it put you at a half-conscious state that felt good.

then he moved and it woke you right back up with an annoyed sigh. jj immediately started apologizing and you waved your hand at him, “not your fault, just mad at my brain.”

unbeknownst to you, after that night, he made it his mission to figure out how to help you sleep when you couldn’t. jj started with making sure you were always asleep before he was, something you never really picked up on until a bad night when he was fighting to keep his eyes open.

“j, why aren’t you asleep?”

“because you aren’t.”

you weren’t sure whether you should hit him or kiss him. so you settled for squeezing his hand, “please don’t stay awake on my behalf.”

then he called your mom to ask if she knew how to handle it. your mom was so touched that he was going to all the effort for you and told him, “when she was little, we’d go on night drives. she almost always fell asleep in the car.”

the next time you had a bad night, he vowed to try that. unfortunately, he didn’t have to wait long. about a week after he talked to your mom, you had a ton of homework and had to forfeit your normal gym time to do it which meant that you weren’t near as worn out by bedtime.

when jj realized you were tossing and turning, he got out of bed around 1:30 a.m., holding his hand out for you, “let’s go for a drive, babe.”

you were intrigued, so you grabbed the fuzzy blanket off the foot of his bed to wrap around yourself and followed him down stairs to his car. he put on some soft music and waited until you buckled up to start backing out of the drive.

there weren’t many people on the road that late, and you rested your head on the window, watching the streetlights blur as he navigated the streets of your little college town. jj hummed along softly to the music and between the smooth movements and soft noise, your eyelids started to get heavy.

he glanced over to see you sleeping and moved into the left lane to u-turn and head back to the house. thankfully, you were still out when he parked, so he got out and walked around to your side.

when he opened the door, you slumped a little and he was scared you were going to wake up, but you didn’t. he carefully unbuckled you and lifted you out of the passenger seat, kicking the door shut behind him.

you stirred a little, mumbling something and pushing your face into his chest. jj froze, trying to not disturb you as he climbed the steps up to his room. he set you down on the bed gently and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before carefully climbing in after you.

when you snuggled up to him, still fully asleep, he finally let himself relax and follow in your footsteps pretty quickly after.

thus became your routine on sleepless nights. even if you weren’t staying with jj or he wasn’t at your place, you always called him to come pick you up, and he’d always carry you to bed, finally asleep.

#frat!jj #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank request #sigma chi!jj

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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Okaaayy yes but Steve has severe dyslexia and he gets so frustrated when he and Billy are working on homework together because Billy will be done with the assignment before Steve even gets three pages in and Steve’s getting angry and he has a headache and he’s tired and feels like an idiot but Billy is the most comforting bf EVER

I was working on an assignment and I didn’t understand a fucking word so this is really just some angst because I started crying into my textbook. I usually try to get my books online bc you can change the font and background color (they’re also usually cheaper, wink) but this one I had to get physical and It’s been a long day and dyslexy brain was bein MEAN tonight.

Dyslexic is the only way I write Steve. (I love projecting onto this boy)

Read on ao3!

It took Steve a very long time to learn to read.

He didn’t begin until well past many other children did. He learned from a very young age what his big brown eyes could do. If he unleashed them in an unsuspecting nanny, he would always be read to, and could avoid wading through the gibberish another day.

It wasn’t until he reached Kindergarten someone noticed something.

Steve was okay with his alphabets, would sometimes get letters backwards, but overall, he did fine. His chubby five-year old hands were a little clunky around a pencil, but when the teacher, Ms. Green, upgraded from individual letters to everyday words, she started noticing certain things.

He would scrunch his eyebrows at double consonants, words like button, balloon, alligator would make him huff.

When they moved on to phrases the true problem presented itself.

He would write words incorrectly, words like of and to were never quite right, and no matter how much she calmly explained the rules of a silent ‘e’, he just couldn’t get it.

She called his parents in for a meeting, sitting them down with the head of special education at Hawkins Elementary, Mrs. Collier. She handled them Steve’s work, examples of scrambled letters. Mrs. Collier produced pamphlets, threw around words like dyslexia, dysgraphia, learning disability.

Mr. Harrington was livid. He told them repeatedly he would not allow them to test Steven, that he just needed to focus, work harder. Ms. Green raised an eyebrow, said Steve’s five, he’s working as hard as he can, if we can test him to confirm, he could work easier.

Mr. Harrington had left in a huff, refusing to sign the paperwork consenting the school to test Steve, muttering all the way about no son of mine’s retarded.

Ms. Green exchanged a look with Mrs. Collier and the two women worked out a plan.

This Plan was handed from teacher to teacher as Steve progressed through Hawkins elementary. Mrs. Collier began each school year by explaining the situation to the teacher, working with them to create accommodations for Steve that wouldn’t get back to Mr. Harrington, his assignments were often printed larger, reading assignments were handed to him pre-annotated, sometimes deadlines were extended.

The Plan followed him to Hawkins Middle.

In seventh grade, he asked his English teacher about the accommodations, why his assignments were often due a week later, how he was encouraged to stay after his tests, take extra time and head off late to his next class with a note explaining he had an exam.

“When you were in kindergarten, your teacher wanted to have you tested for dyslexia. Your father wouldn’t allow it, so before every school year each of your teachers meets with Mrs. Collier, head of Special Education at Hawkins Elementary and we work out accommodations for you.”

Steve felt like he could cry. His father had always been hard on him, been vocal about how disappointing Steve was, is. He nodded at him, speeding out of the room to Social Studies, where he noticed his packet was at least two pages longer than anyone else’s, the font size large.

High school was much the same. His essays had three separate deadlines, he would meet with the teachers, would discuss alterations he could make to improve it.

He was assigned note takers in each class, a peer whose notes the teacher would xerox for him in case his own got messy.

When he started slipping, struggling, he would have peer tutors, kids in his class he would meet with in the library.

Senior year was the worst. He was struggling more than ever before. His father had doubled down since he didn’t get into college, would pretty much only talk to him to call him an idiot.

He was meeting Billy Hargrove almost everyday after school getting help with his Algebra. Yeah, algebra. He was a senior, in a class full of sophomores. But the formulas killed him, swam about the page like nothing ever had.

Billy was in AP Calculus B/C, the highest math class Hawkins High offered as a junior.

He swept into the private study room at the back of the library, Steve settled into one of the chairs already.

“Hey, Pretty Boy.” He kissed his head as he went past. Steve smiled at him.

“Hi, Bill.”

“How’s the math?”

“Fucking awful.” Billy took the sheet Steve was working on, grimacing at it.

“Yeah, Sweet Thing, these are, uh, these are mostly not correct.” Steve slammed his book shut, putting his head in his hands.

“I just can’t do this. I don’t know why this fucking chapter has been so hard for me.”

“It’s because you have like, nine formulas to memorize.” He got out a yellow notecard, writing out the formulas, the concepts for imaginary numbers, a few basic examples of factorials. They had found that the yellow paper was easiest for Steve to read on, Billy kept his handwriting crisp, big.

He slid it at Steve, between his elbows. He took his wrists, prying them away from his face, finding tears tracking down his face, his big eyes glassy.

“Hey, why the tears?” Steve just sniffed.

“Because I’m fucking stupid, Bill.” Billy used Steve’s hand to smack himself. Steve looked affronted.”What the fuck?”

“You know I don’t like it when you talk bad about yourself.” He made Steve smack himself again. “Be nice to yourself. Just because you’re struggling doesn’t mean you’re stupid. Because you’re not.” Steve was smiling lightly. “So, we’re gonna go through these problems slowly, and when shit gets wiggly, you tell me and we’ll give it a second.” Steve sighed, pulling the card closer, reopening the textbook.

“So, honestly I’ve been lost for like, a month.” Billy looked scandalized.

“Why didn’t you talk to me? You know I’m always happy to help you, Baby.” He stroked a hand through Steve’s hair, Steve dropping eye contact, his cheeks heating up.

“It’s just, it’s embarrassing. You’re so smart, Bill, and I’m, I’m not.”

“You’re plenty smart, Mac n’ Steve. Being good at school doesn’t mean you;re smart or not.” Steve gave him a Look.

“Whatever, let’s just work on this.” Steve huffed.

They spent forty five minutes working on Steve’s math, Billy flitting in between helping Steve and his own homework, flying through assignments like crazy while Steve had gotten steadily though four problems.

An hour and Billy was finished with his own math, his lab write up for the AP Chem section he was in with Nancy, and had finished half his assigned reading of Moby Dick, the densest book Steve has ever seen.

And Steve, Steve had done four and a half problems.

He slammed the book shut again, tears once again in his eyes.

“I’m done Billy. I’m over it.” Billy was back to him, cupping his face in his hands.

“Hey, I know it’s frustrating but-”

“No! No, Billy. You don’t know. You have no idea how frustrating it is to sit here, barely getting through my work while my fucking genius boyfriend just finished all his homework for the next week.”

Billy didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t much he could say to Steve when he got like this.

It wasn’t as though Billy was trying to make him feel bad, this school shit just came real natural to him. But he guesses that’s probably the issue, that he didn’t have to work.

He just grabbed Steve, pulled him until he slumped into his chest, taking a few shaking breaths.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry so it’s hard for you, Baby.” Steve just whined, melted into Billy’s chest more.

“I have a headache, Bill.” He was getting pouty, which was always a good sign with Steve, when he got all cute, knew it made Billy weak. Billy kissed the top of his head, rubbing the spot above his ear, the spot Steve always complained about.

“You wanna go home? We can have a little fun before we keep truckin’ with your math.” Steve wiggled a little, shuffling to look up at Billy.

“Depends on what kinda fun you mean.” Billy smirked, Steve’s eyes bright.

“You know what kinda fun I mean, Pretty Boy.”

#yikes writes #steve harrington #dyslexic steve #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargrove #dyslexic steve harrington #harringrove fic #harringrove drabble #harringrove ficlet

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spekulative · 4 years

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starting anew!

hi! if by the odd chance you knew me from my old blog, i realized that i was restricted from carrying out a lot of functions i might want to in the future if i were to grow my blog (it was a sideblog to an old, 2013 blog i had and when i replied to comments or respond to asks it’d be as my primary). so instead i decided to create a new account so that lycho could be my primary blog! since i did have a few posts that i wanted to keep for history sake, this is just going to be a mega post of my past few posts:

apr 6, 2020 - the beginning

day 1 of my journey with ux!

frankly, i’ve been on this journey for the past two years (ever since discovering it) but i feel as though i haven’t made any real progress. i’ve always claimed i wanted to grow and learn more about the field, yet those goals never showed in my day-to-day actions.

this blog is a collection of my progress on this journey to keep myself accountable. the goal is facebook in a year, baby!

i know it’s super idealistic and quite tough for a second year like me who’s not even in a design program (business, actually). but i still want to try. i want to do something for myself for once.

that is why i am committing 4 hours everyday to honing my craft. whether that is learning about ux through watching youtube tutorials, skillshare course, or reading medium articles, or actually practicing the craft by making redesigns or wireframes, i will dedicate this time strictly to advancing my expertise within the field. and this blog exists to keep up with my every step of the way :)

apr 8, 2020 - website overhaul

today I worked on cleaning up the modularity of my existing website a bit, making use of consistent classes instead of hard-coding like i used to! oh how i love modularity!

small win: making a navbar that breaks out of the standard bounding box of the site’s content --> next goal is to make it a sticky navbar with js!

other than my website, yesterday I finished a skillshare course on user-centred design, albeit short, it was really valuable and it only motivates me to continue learning. I’m starting to realize how much I actually like doing this stuff and think it is something that really clicks and not just something im doing for the looks.

slowly but surely getting the hang of dedicated 4 hour time chunks to my craft - i failed yesterday and the day before (woke up around 9/10 instead of starting at 8:30) but today i did pretty well! took a short 20 min nap inbetween haha but I’m still proud of myself overall :)

it’s been pretty depressing and lonely lately with the quarantine (when the sun is shining so bright, teasing me grr..) but I want to get back into a routine and be productive although i do have my lazy days. it just overall makes me feel better because who knows how long we’ll have to live like this. might as well get used to it.

apr 9, 2020 - website overhaul

hi! so today i wanted to be very candid and share that i feel like i did fail today in terms of the goals i had set out for myself, though I reached 1/2 goals so that’s good! the first was to finish refining my website and publish it (check!), while the other was to finish the financial statements for my business assignment but alas that did not end up happening haha, but i forgive myself for it and know that tomorrow will be a new day!

I actually woke up early today (around 7:30, earlier than usual) and felt awake, yet mentally I just wanted to go back to sleep so I ended up getting up at 9:30. I then regretted it and beat myself up for it briefly for doing that, but I realized that I should let myself off in these strange times we’re all living in right now.

so, i think i really am going to get serious about my design journey! my only concern is that i feel like im stretching myself too thin - i have a full time design internship offer for this summer for a startup, as well as 2 leadership positions on clubs where I lead/work on the branding and design, but also at the same time I”m always at home so not sure what is reasonable and what is not. Because when I’m not doing that, I want to be self-learning, but I recently a discovered a mentorship program where I could be mentored by a startup founder to help scale her business, but again I feel like I’m stretching myself thin. though it’s a really good opportunity.

anywho, updates on my website like this post was supposed to be about is that i finally published it again after not liking how it looked before, and i think this revamp is a lot cleaner! proud of it. i try not to reveal many of my personal details on here bc i’m not sure who would actually be reading it, but this blog is just a way for me to track, myself, how i’m doing and to keep myself accountable :) i just didn’t want to set it to private cause it’s a hassle for me to always enter the password if i want to look at my blog.

lastly, i want to start consistently workout - and in the long term actually start a real blog where I write about my experiences, in actual coherent sentences! amazing. creative-wise i really want to start learning 3d illustration and blender, even though i’m an aspiring product designer but i just love 3d and motion, so idk might be stretching myself too thin again but i feel like I need to stretch my creative muscles this way and push myself as a creator. also starting the daily ui challenge again tomorrow after giving up a few months ago - haha!

let’s see how this one pans out :)

apr 10, 2020 - learning + starting anew

today i started two new things !!

restarted daily ui challenge after quitting a week in last year

started to learn blender ! !

i still feel like i failed today because i mostly sat around doing nothing OTHER than design, which just affirms to me that im truly passionate about this stuff for only having motivation to do it (or just a strong will against my homework for uni still....either way im taking it)

although i’m not that great at blender yet and felt frustrated during the process, when i got the end result i realized i like how it turned out despite it not being perfect, and it’s inspiration for me to keep learning and expanding on my skills :)

same with daily ui - i found that my approach this time compared when i literally knew NOTHING about ux was very different.

for example, something I already notice I'm doing differently from the last time is focusing less on decoration and more on practicality, actually naming/grouping layers and leveraging design systems, and injecting personality to make the experience delightful. I'm also limiting myself to two hours now (though this one took about an hour) so I have more time to do some research, sketch and wireframe before styling.

looking forward to a better day tomorrow! i might do a little less design (maybe just a daily ui shot) so i can focus on actually tackling the report i’m supposed to finish as well as study for an upcoming exam, so we will see! feeling good :))

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xpastelgrungeheartx · 5 years

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About Me Tag

Rules: Tag the person who tagged you, answer the questions, tag 10 people ~

I’ve literally been so inactive lately, I’m sorry

Thank you for tagging me @kim-mins3ok hope you still remember me lol

How tall are you? 170cm/5′7

What colour and style is your hair? dark blonde but from far away and in photos it always looks brown, its armpit length (I literally pulled a hair length chart up for this) and apart from that not really special. My baby hair always gets curly which is anoying, the rest of my hair is wavy.

What colour are your eyes? blue

Do you wear glasses? yes but only for uni, when I’m driving or when I feel like it. Do it for the fashion you know lol

Do you wear braces? no

What’s your fashion sense? idk? I’m very interested in fashion so I’d guess not too bad? but then again no fashion is bad so just depends on your taste? I don’t have a particular style I go for, it always changes.

Full name? Ines, all you need to know

When were you born? August 3rd 1997

Where are you from and where do you live now? Austria, still

What school do you go to? University

What kind of student are you? the one that needs pressure to study or do homework, like never in my life will I start studying more than a week before a test, no matter how big. I’ll also do all my assignments last minute. But somehow it always turns out great.

Do you enjoy school? School is a weird concept, at least how it is rn, where I’m from. I’m not very outgoing and I don’t like to speak up about things in class when a lot people are listening to me.

Favourite subject(s)? In school it was always English

Favourite TV show? gossip girl, criminal minds and every true crime or fictional crime show I can find

Favourite Movie? damn...Soulsurfer?

Favourite Books? Poem books!

Favourite pastime? drawing, listening to music, watching said crime shows

Do you have any regrets? well yeah

Dream Job? Stylist or Fashion/Music/Lifestyle Journalist

Would you ever want to get married? I think so but mainly just bc I want to plan my wedding, the act itself is not too important to me

Would you like to have kids? yes

How many? 2, I’ve had the pleasure to experience how great it is to have siblings

Do you like shopping? god yes, way too much unfortunately

What countries have you visited? Greece, Italy, Germany, Turkey, Spain, Croatia, USA, Czech Republic

Scariest Nightmare you’ve ever had? too long to tell on here, I had a few

Any enemies? not that I know of

Any significant others? no )):

Do you believe in miracles? idk

How are you? pretty ok, a little stresse bc of exams next week, a little sad bc my sister will be gone for a week starting tomorrow

Tagging some of my new friends (you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to or don’t feel comfortable to, you can also just answer some questions, whatever you feel like):

@salmonsterdreams @shardsoflesbianism @quag19 @wulffey

& @esprittrouble @saaranghaeyo @therealredraven @everythiiingoes (I’ve been so inactive, so I’m starting to tag you again lol)

#tag

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the-lupine-sojourner · 6 years

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Takara Yamada’s Hero Academia, Season 1 Episode 3 [Eijiro Kirishima/OC] [Female!Aizawa/Hizashi]

Just a warning, this might be the longest chapter yet. Just because I tried to fill in gaps between the last episode and the entrance exam ten months later, as Takara wasn’t involved with Izuku’s training.

Takara Bio link: Here

Prologue : Here

Episode 1 link: Here

Epsiode 2 link: Here Anyway, hope you all enjoy!

Quick taglist: @dailyojiromashirao, as usual. I love you, sweetie! Also, I’d like to tag @elite-guard-hardygal bc they are the SWEETEST ever and I really loved talking to them! If anyone else wants in on the taglist, please just let me know!

For now, let’s get to the story!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

The next few days, Kāsan and Otōsan didn’t let me out of their sight at all. That meant I did homework at Otōsan’s radio station until Kāsan picked me up, and I hardly saw Toshin-Oji at all. They were both mad I let myself get wrapped up in a villain attack without a license and even a plan beyond backing Izuku up. I was also featured on the news as a ‘brave young woman’ and ‘a real hero’, even being recognized on the street, which was always weird.

Regardless of how heroic my actions were, my parents said during one of their multiple lectures, it was reckless and could have gone badly. I’d accepted their words and explained that I’d just wanted to help my friend, but it didn’t help. By the time half a week had gone by, we’d all sat down and talked it out. I’d promised not to involve myself in any more heroics and they agreed to ease up a bit.

Now, I sat with Toshin-Oji and hummed as I wrote in definitions on a worksheet. “So...your parents were mad?” He asks. “About the sludge villain situation?” I nod glumly.

“Yeah, but at me, not you. They wouldn’t let me out of their sight!” I sigh and put the paper aside for the moment. “They didn’t like that I ran into such a dangerous situation head-first without thinking it through too much. They do appreciate my heroic attitude and willingness to help, though.” I muse.

“Well, they were worried you’d gotten hurt.” Toshinori points out. “As your adopted parents, they’re in charge of you. They must’ve been terrified when they heard what happened and were most likely keeping you in their sights because they wanted to keep you safe.” I blink. I hadn’t thought of it like that.

“Oh…”

“Takara, it’s very admirable to want to be a hero, but you have to understand that, right now, there are a lot of situations you aren’t prepared for. While helping those who need it is what a hero does, you also have to consider your limits.” Toshinori eleborates. “Most likely, that’s what worried your parents so much; they were afraid you’d gotten involved in a situation beyond your limits.” I squirm. He was talking like Kāsan and Otōsan had.

“Yes, sir.” I mumble. He ruffles my hair.

“That being said, the way you handled yourself and your Quirk was outstanding!” He cheers. “I saw you ready to attack, but you held back, knowing it was illegal. That was smart thinking, finding what else you could do, instead.” I giggle.

“Thanks, Toshin-Oji.” I reply. He then stands.

“Now, I’m making rice and sausage for dinner. You like Yum-Yum sauce?” I nod eagerly.

“Yeah!” He laughs and begins making the rice.

“Alright. I’m gonna give you the recipe. It’s up to you to make it, okay?” I nod.

“Yessir!” I cheer and set to work. Toshin-Oji turned on Dad’s radio show, and I caught Dad replying to a few callers wanting his opinion on the villain situation I’d been involved in. It was still a hot topic, even half a week later, mainly because the city hadn’t seen any incidents like it since. And the fact that it was my Dad’s radio show and his daughter been involved in a dangerous situation.

Of course, despite Mom advising against it (villains might try to hurt her to get to us, she said), Dad couldn’t resist telling people for long that he and his wife had adopted me and as such I was sometimes brought up on the show.

“Well, listeners, I’ll say this; my little girl showed amazing initiative, but could have easily gotten hurt, and the boy would have likely been injured, too. Luckily, she was able to defend herself and the boy as best she could and the situation didn’t get out of hand, but it scares me to think what might’ve happened if All Might hadn’t been there.” I blush. It was reassuring that, once Dad had calmed down, he was proud of what I’d done, despite being terrified of the unknowns. I knew Mom felt the same way, deep down.

“You best believe that little girl will be a great hero one day.” The caller muses. Dad chuckles.

“I couldn’t disagree there, my friend. She’ll be one of the best. Now, unfortunately, we’re out of time, but call again sometime, okay?” Dad replies and the man thanks Dad before hanging up. The next few callers are actually commenting on All Might’s punch changing the weather briefly. After all, there’s only so many times Dad can essentially repeat himself before he stops answering that type of question. I frown.

“Did you really change the weather?” I ask. Toshin-Oji chuckles.

“Yeah. My smash swirled the clouds closer and somehow that made it rain for a few seconds.” He explains. I grin.

“That’s so cool!” I cheer. He grins.

“Thank you.” A comfortable silence settled over us as I resumed making the sauce. Soon enough, we were seated and eating.

“...Mom said you were going to be teaching at UA.” I note, to resume conversation. Toshin-Oji nods as he finishes his bite.

“Yes. I can’t spend as much time as All Might anymore, and this is as good a way as any to ease out of the spotlight somewhat.” I nod.

“I’d say so.”

“Speaking of UA, are you going to take the entrance exam in February?” He asks. I nod.

“Yup! I’m graduating middle school this year, and Mom and Dad both work there now, so it’ll be easier for everyone.” Toshin-Oji smiles.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, but if you don’t want to, I’m sure they’d let you go to a different- -” I shook my head. Shinso didn’t say much, to anyone, but I liked to think we were growing closer as this last year of middle school progressed. And, as his friend, I had to be there to support him and make sure he didn’t have to put up with the ‘brainwashing villain’ thing anymore.

“No!” I interject. “I want to go to UA. There are a lot of kids from my class that are going to try out for the top school. My friend, Shinso, wants so badly to be a hero, but he’s always treated like a villain because he can brainwash people. I feel really bad because there’s not much I can do to change their minds. They always think he’s got me under his spell or something, so I want to be there to encourage him and help him prove to the world that he can be an awesome hero. And it’s where Mom, Dad, and you went, so it’s gotta be the best, right?” He chuckles.

“You sound like that young man.” He says. “Young Midoriya’s always rambling about wanting to be a hero and wanting to make it to the top.” I raise a brow.

“You’ve talked to him?” I ask. Toshin-Oji nods.

“I’ve come up with a plan to help him get in shape for my Quirk before the entrance exam, actually.” My eyes go wide.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I admire the kid’s spirit and ideals. He’ll make a great successor.” I smile. I’d given it some thought and I’ve decided I don’t care about the spotlight. If I got it, great. If not, too bad. As such, I wouldn’t be a good successor for him.

Whatever gave Toshin-Oji that amazing power, I didn’t want to ruin it. It deserved the spotlight, so let Izuku have it.

“So, how are you getting him ready?” I ask.

“He’s cleaning Dagoba Municipal Park.” I nearly choke on the bite of food in my mouth.

“Wait, what?!” I’d passed it numerous times and it was just a gross pile of trash now.

“Yeah. He’s a hard-worker. He can do it. I planned out a routine for him and everything. He’ll be done by the exam.” I suddenly realize that I need to start practicing myself. Maybe get better with earth before February. Yeah. That’s it! I’d practice in my spare time and try to get a lot better so I can fight even without water. Of course, I should look up hand-to-hand routines, too. Never know what’ll be on the exam. “Hey, Takara!” Toshin-Oi cries, drawing me back to reality.

“Yes?”

“You gonna finish your food?” I nod, resuming my meal.

“Yeah.” I’d go to Dagoba and maybe help Izuku a little. Not much, but whatever I can do, I’ll do. Maybe I’ll try to freshen up the sand or something, make it look like it used to. I had to get used to bigger formations, anyway, if I stood a chance at UA. Determined, I finished my food, helped clean up, and wrote in the last few definitions before the time Dad was picking me up. Then, I got in an hour or so of TV time with Toshin-Oji before Dad rang the doorbell continuously. I sprang up and all but wrenched the door open to make it stop.

“Hey there, Tik-Tak!” I roll my eyes at the nickname, but leap into his arms.

“Hi, dad!” I squeal, letting him kiss my cheeks repeatedly before returning a single one to his cheek. “How was work?” He chuckles, putting me down and ruffling my hair as we walk into the apartment.

“What? You didn’t turn on the radio?” He asks with mock hurt

“Of course I did! We didn’t catch all of your show, though.” I reply.

“That’s alright.” Dad replies. I hug him again.

“I did hear the part about the sludge villain.” I murmur. “Thanks, dad.” He hugs me back, scooping me up and plopping me in his lap when he sits down.

“I meant every word, Tik-Tak.” He then looks at Toshin-Oji. “Sorry about not letting you see her.” He apologizes meekly. “We felt it best not to let her out of our sight til we cooled down a bit.” Toshin-Oji smiles, hands up.

“I respect that. It was probably best, really. I sometimes can’t help getting involved in things I probably shouldn’t.”

“Yeah. I do the same thing sometimes.” Dad replies, bouncing me slightly. “It’s just that Shota and I panicked a little when we saw our kid on the news, in the middle of a fire and a villain situation. Can’t tell yah how relieved we were when you showed up.” Toshin-Oji smiles, putting a hand on the back of his neck.

“I should’ve leapt into action the moment I arrived, but I hesitated. The kids didn’t.” I sigh.

“All I did was put out some of the fire and try to protect Izuku.” I point out. “I probably could’ve done more. I might’ve even been able to get the hostage out, if I’d used my Quirk on the villain.” Dad wraps me in a hug.

“And that would’ve gotten you, and most likely us, in serious trouble, young lady.” I knew that, but it didn’t make it any better. “That’s why I’m so proud that you restrained yourself to the legal limits on what you could do, Takara.” He says genuinely. “But you have to understand; as your parents, when we saw you in danger, your mother and I were so afraid we’d be too late and something would happen to you.” I nod meekly, not up to a verbal response. He then goes to stand and I get off his lap quickly. “But enough about that; it’s your mom’s debut anniversary and I cut the show a little short so I’d be able to surprise her with dinner and a nice cat-themed chocolate cake for afterwards. She’ll be back in two hours. You up for it, Tik-Tak?” I grin, nodding with determination.

“Let’s do it!” We wave goodbye to Toshin-Oji and Dad drives home as fast, but still safe, as possible.

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The door opening is our cue. We know better than to jump out at her, so we sit on the couch (using the sound of the TV as cover) and pretend we’ve been there as she approaches. “Hi, Kāsan!” I cheer.

“Hi, Musume.” She replies happily as I get up to hug her. “You father behave himself?” She teases, knowing we can be a little crazy around the house sometimes without supervision. I nod.

“Yeah. I kept him in line.” She smiles as Dad walks over, playing it as cool as ever. All that’s left is to suggest dinner and head into the kitchen. We hadn’t done much decorating, just a hand-made ‘Happy Debut Anniversary’ banner, but still we turned off the lights.

“Oi!” He protests with mock offense. “I resemble that remark, thank you very much, young lady!” He drops the facade and grins at Mom, kissing her soundly in greeting. “Have a good patrol, Tsuma?” He asks, hugging her. It was a pet name he’s been calling her for years now.

“I did, Otto.” She replies, smiling. Dad nods, slowly ending the hug.

“Well, hope you’re hungry, cus Tik-Tak and I are about to eat the house.” He cries, clutching his stomach over-dramatically. Mom tsks at him as she walks toward the kitchen. Dad winks at me and we follow.

“You’re so over dramatic, love.” She scolds fondly, shaking her head. He grins.

“I know, but you love me.” He wraps his arm around her shoulders and pecks her temple.

“I do- -wait..” She takes in the banner for a split second before Dad spins her around.

“Happy debut anniversary!” Dad exclaims, plopping her down. She genuinely laughs, a rare treat.

“You’re amazing, Otto!” She says, kissing him again. “You remembered the day of my debut.”

“Of course! It’s also the day I knew I was in love with you for real. You took that gang out single-handedly before I got there!” I hug Mom as she tries (fails) to hold back her emotions, snuggling into Dad’s chest.

“It’s also the day you proposed after just a month of dating.” She adds, chuckling. I’d heard the story before and grin every time. They were too cute!

“Well, when you know, you know!” Dad protests happily. “I knew I wanted to marry you and, for some reason, you said yes!”

“I said ‘fine, Hizashi’ because your screaming had nearly deafened me and I wanted you to stop talking. I then played along with the wedding cus it seemed easier than refusing at the time.” It was Mom’s ultimate tease, but Dad knew she was teasing, so it was a bit of a draw. Still, she liked to poke him with that every once in a while.

“Well, it was spur of the moment, but then you said ‘fine’ and I was in too deep to pull out, so I rolled with it.” He replies petulantly. It was his usual response. They then laugh and ladle out soba. I grabbed a bowl and two rice balls and we ate in comfortable silence while watching some movie on the TV, Dad nuzzling against Mom and Mom reciprocating.

All in all, a perfect evening.

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“You’re up early, Musume. Where are you going?” Mom asks two days later, sipping her before-work coffee. I grin.

“Running!” I reply.

“Really?”

“Yeah! I wanna start getting in shape for the entrance exam.” I explain. She smiles.

“Alright then. Don’t go more than thirty minutes, alright? You need to get your body used to exercise.” I nod, tying my shoes.

“Yes, ma’am!”

Turns out, running is no joke! When I get back, Mom and Dad were gone and I am shaking and almost regretting starting this. Maybe thirty minutes was a little much for just starting out. But that’s the price I’m willing to pay to be ready to knock everyone’s socks off at the entrance exam!

I go through some stretches and drink chocolate milk as suggested and let my breath catch up with me before I go to the garden. I then do some more stretching while making different formations like rods, blocks, and walls. Keeping them maintained while stretching, I hope, will end up making me better at multitasking in a fight. I had no idea what was waiting on the exam, but I knew I wanted to be ready.

Unfortunately, I felt a draw on my energy pretty quickly, but doggedly kept trying.

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After ten months of exhausting training, as well as trying to get a handle on my earth Quirk, it was the morning of the exam. Of course, Mom and Dad were able to drive me. I walked with them, knees shaking as I stepped through the gate. “It’s so...big!” I breathe in awe.

“And you’ll be a student, after today, Tik-Tak.” Dad replies, clapping my back with a solid ‘thunk’ and ruffling my hair. I chuckle.

“That’s provided I pass the exam.” I point out. Dad waves absently.

“It’s a piece of cake, really. You just gotta beat some bots. That’s it!” I pale.

“Oh…”

“Kara, you’ll do fine.” Mom assures me. It was rare she used her nickname for me, so I can’t help smiling.

“Right!” I had to start thinking positively, or I’d never get through this! I happen to spot my school’s group and jog over, waving goodbye to my parents. One of the teachers and kind of an aunt of mine, Nemuri, or Midnight, was passing out test cards to everyone with numbers for assigned seats and the battle center we were going to. I happened to be in A. I look over and notice Shinso. I walk over as we head into the testing hall to take the written exam. “Hey.”

“Hey. Good luck, yeah?” I nod.

“Yeah!” We find our seats and within minutes, we begin. It was harder than I thought, but I had a decent grasp of the material discussed and finished soon enough. Ectoplasm, another teacher here, was using his multiplying Quirk to proctor the test. I passed my answer sheet to him when I was finished and waited at my desk. Shinso was done minutes later and we smile at each other and I try to think of formations that could help in the physical exam coming up. When Ectoplasm dismisses us, we head as he directed to an auditorium and find our seats.

“What’s up UA candidates?” Dad calls as upbeat music plays in the background. I smile. He was going full-on DJ mode. I wonder where Mom is. “Thanks for tunin’ in to me, your school DJ!” The lights around the outside of the ring came on and Dad was revealed. “C’mon and lemme hear yah!” I was too embarrassed to start a response, and no one else did, so echoing silence filled the room. “Keeping it mellow, I see.” Dad chuckles. I feel bad for him, a little. “That’s fine. Let me get straight to the main show.” Maybe if he acted more like a teacher and less like a radio host, he’d get more of a response, but I suppose it’s also just Dad’s personality. He was too hyper for nervous students. “Let’s talk about how this practical exam is gonna go down, okay? Are you ready?!” He calls in a sing-song voice and I nearly reply, but catch myself. I’d single myself out if I did. People weren’t likely to join me and I can hear Izuku going geek-mode at Dad and smile. “Like your application says, today you rockin’ boys and girls will be conducting ten-minute mock battles against faux villains in super suburban settings! After I drop the mic here, you’ll head to your specified battle centers, sound good?” Still no response. “Okay?” He presses. Finally, I roll my eyes. If someone didn’t reply soon, he’d go nuts.

“Got it!” I call back. Dad beams up at me.

“Thanks, listener friend!” I was grateful he didn’t go further as he gets back to explaining. “Okay, okay, let’s check out yer targets!” On-screen, pixelated models appear for each type of robot, with labels ‘1P’, ‘2P’, or 3P’ on them. “There are three types of faux villains in every battle center. You’ll gain points depending on the level of difficulty, so choose wisely. Your goal in this trial is to use your Quirk to raise your score by shredding these villains like a mid-song guitar solo. Buuut, check it!” He continues, pointing a finger into the crowd to emphasize his point, shaking it back and forth. “Let’s make sure we’re keeping things heroic; attacking fellow candidates is a UA no-no, yah dig?” About five rows in front of me, a student stands up.

“Excuse me, sir, but I have a question.” He calls. A single bulb is turned on to illuminate a young man with black-blue hair (undercut barely visible from the angle I saw him from) and tan school uniform on.

“Hit me!” Dad replies eagerly.

“On the print-out, you’ve listed 4 types of villains, not 3.” I roll my eyes as the guy points out what he means on the sheet. Great. A stick-in-the-mud perfectionist. “All due respect, but if this is an error on official UA materials, it is shameful.” I bite my lip, irritated. I’m sure Dad would have explained that other type of robot soon enough, if this guy had been patient. However, Dad listens attentively, nonplussed at the insult to his workplace. “We are exemplary students, and we expect the best from Japan’s most notable school. A mistake like this won’t do.” He then turns and points behind him to Izuku. “Additionally, you with the unkempt hair; you’ve been muttering this entire time. Stop that.” He demands tersely. Izuku looks mortified and Shinso has to put his foot on mine to stop me rising. “If you can’t bother to take this seriously, then leave. You’re distracting the rest of us.” Izuku claps his hands to his mouth and offers an embarrassed, muffled ‘sorry’ as the student then turns back to Dad to hear his reply.

“Alright, alright, Examinee number 7111.” Dad replies, waving his hands up and down as if to calm the student down, then gives him a thumbs up. “Thanks for calling in with your request.” On-screen, the final robot appears with the label ‘0P’ above it. “The fourth villain type is worth 0 points, so that guy’s just an obstacle we’ll be throwing in your way. There’s one in every battle center, kind of a hurdle for you to avoid. It’s not that it can’t be beat, but there’s...kinda no point.” I don’t think Dad’s saying everything there is about that robot, but keep my mouth shut. “I recommend my listeners try to avoid it and stay focused on the ones topping the charts!” The student bows.

“Thank you very much. Please, continue.” He says, sitting down again to a few murmurs about this new development. Dad raises his arms and silence falls.

“That’s all I got for you today, so I’ll sign off with a little present; a sample of our school motto. As General Napoleon Bonaparte once laid down, ‘A true hero is one who overcomes life’s misfortunes’. Now that’s a tasty soundbyte. You ready to go beyond?” I can’t help the hype I feel at the prospect of testing myself in the battle center as Dad finishes with a ‘let’s hear a Plus Ultra!’. I can’t help shouting it out and, surprisingly, a few others join in. “Good luck out there!” With that, Dad steps off the stage. We stand and make our way out of the auditorium.

This was it. Just a short bus ride, and the physical exam would begin! My knees shake so bad, I might end up knocking them together.

How would I do? What would I do?!

#My Hero Academia OC #Boko No Hero Academia OC #OC #Original Character #Original Female Character #BNHA #MHA #BHA Kirishima #MHA Kirishima #Kirishima Eijiro #Eijiro Kirishima X OC #Fanfiction #OC Insertion Series

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random question but any tips on surviving the leaving cert? mocks are less than a week away and they’re so daunting! there just isn’t enough time in the day for everything (I say as I scroll through your tumblr instead of studying..oops) sorry if you don’t want to answer but you’ve obviously done so well for yourself ✨

omg anon no i’m so happy to answer! first of all good luck with the rest of the year - it’ll go by faster than you think, which sounds scary, but honestly, the day you walk out of that last exam feels like a lifetime away right now but you’ll get there and it will be the best!

firstly, fuck the mocks. fuck them, genuinely. i know people who got 600 points in the mocks, and barely go 350 in the actual exams, and vice versa. they’re a good way of seeing where you’re at personally, but they’re not worth stressing over - they’re actually marked differently to the exams, and the questions are generally harder, so they’re not a true reflection of the real thing - take it as a way of seeing how far u are with regard to study, but don’t dwell on them. i absolutely fucked my biology mock paper, and ended up with a B2 in the end, it’s all good.

routine. routine is key. i don’t know how many subjects you’re doing but i did nine, and i did history and geography as two of my optional modules, and they were hella reading heavy, so the work felt super overwhelming, but if you get into a routine, you will be totally okay. i gave each day of the week a different subject (or two, i used to bundle irish and english together bc they were my best subjects) and after i had the usual homework and such done, i’d give each subject two or so hours of focus. it also helps to plan out the sections you need to revise - say you want to cover this chapter by the end of march, the next by april, etc.

take breaks!! anyone who tells you they go home and study for six hours straight is a dirty liar, ngl. even now, i study for like 40 minutes to an hour, and take a five minute break - walk around your room, get a coffee (but don’t drink too much coffee because honestly it doesn’t help) and just step away from your desk for a few minutes. if i was studying for more than two or three hours, i’d take a good half an hour break two hours(ish) in. funnily, my study break all through the leaving cert was watching emmerdale w/ my mum and then getting back to work when it was over at 7:30pm, lmao.

take care of yourself. no amount of study is going to be beneficial if you’re not healthy and happy - eat well, sleep eight hours a night (no all nighters. no.) and exercise, like even just talk a short walk for twenty minutes. all those things keep your brain in order and make it so much easier to get through the exams - its a marathon, really, and you don’t want to burn out when you’ve still got a few months to go.

find ways of studying that are interesting and engaging to you! like, i can’t sit and read a chapter over and over and learn it. i need post it notes, and index cards, and i need to write out quotes and important points. it helped (and still does help tbf) me remember things better, and keeps your brain awake and engaged when you study! plus having little things like index cards leading up to the actual exams are super handy, because you absolutely will not break out a book with twenty minutes to go before irish paper two. you’re only going to want to flick through a few short pieces of paper with the most important points on (otherwise you will stress out way too much, i used to literally put all study materials away with five minutes to go and just breath, and chill out.)

the most reassuring thing i wish someone had told me when i sat the leaving was how little it was going to matter when it was over. like, work hard and get your grades and points (and even if you don’t, there’s ways around it and back routes into university) but as soon as you step into college, no one honestly cares. hand on heart? i can’t remember exactly how many points i got, lmao. i’d have to dig out my results to be sure. thats the most reassuring thing to me honestly bc it feels like literal hell when you are in sixth year and i can’t even tell you the amount of stress cries i had, but it does pass, and if you’re planning on going to uni theres so many cool and exciting things to look forward to once you walk out of the last exam!! i ripped up my school uniform when i was set free from my german exam, it was freeing.

get cold turkey as well though, and block yourself from websites. i got my dissertation written because of it - you can select websites like tumblr and block yourself from them for whatever length of time you chose, so if you try and access it, you just get a little quote and a screen saying nope, not happening. if you have no self control like i do, it’s a major help!

the best of luck and i am rooting for u and come yell at me if u ever need to, i have done it and survived lmao!

#long post /#god the leaving cert lads that was a time #in which i ramble #don't worry i am only online bc i am also procrastinating

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angiewang19 · 4 years

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freshman year @ cmc: academic tips

Course Registration: Getting into courses is a SHITSHOW, but if there’s a will, there’s a way.

1. Talk to people. Listen to your FYGs. You don’t need to listen to all your FYGs. That can be overwhelming. Pick a FYG you trust and vibe well with. They’re committed to helping you, so that’s one reliable resource during this overwhelming time. Befriend other not-freshmen (especially folks with similar academic interests) and interrogate them about courses they’ve loved/hated. Ask for helpful people’s numbers or friend them on facebook immediately after you chat with them (24-hour rule: friend them before they forget who you are). However, they aren’t obligated to help since they aren’t your FYGs (note: being helpful takes time and energy), but you want to have options for people to call when you don’t know what to do.

2. RateMyProfs. Corroborate word-of-mouth advice on RateMyProfs; it’s decently reliable. Read the criticism and praise mindfully: pay attention to reviews that discuss specific strengths/weaknesses of the professor and teaching style. Obviously, ignore reviews where students are writing from a place of bitterness. For example, ignore if the reviewer is pissed about a hard class / getting an unsatisfactory grade. Also, ignore if the reviewer says the professor is a “great person.” Being a great person doesn’t mean they’re great at their job (of course, there are many great professors who are also great people, and vice versa). Generally, your life is a lot easier if the professor is wickedly good at teaching the concepts because (theoretically) it’s relatively straightforward to be a good student (there’s honestly not a whole lot to complain about if you’re comfortable with the material). That’s compared to a more problematic situation when you are forced to understand material from a professor who sucks at explaining stuff, regardless of whether they have a charismatic or repulsive personality. So... if you pick professors who are good at their jobs, here’s the best case: if they’re a great person, being a good student will allow you to (almost effortlessly) develop a good relationship with them. And here’s the not ideal, but not terrible case (and also unlikely case, since most professors are awesome on all fronts): if they’re an asshole but good at teaching you probably won’t even need to go to office hours and interact much but still earn a satisfactory grade. Also, on RateMyProfs, the perceived “difficulty” of the professor is worth paying attention to. The big asterisk is that it’s important to realize college students think about the difficulty of their classes compared to previous classes they’ve taken (aka for freshmen, the benchmark is their high school classes). Thus, this metric is somewhat subjective for ratings on first-year classes because that depends on how hard high school was for the individual writing the review. But if the reviews universally say the professor/course is mind-blowingly hard or easy, it’s worth keeping in mind.

3. Use hyperschedule.io to organize your life. Think about 8 a.m. classes (not that bad tbh) and how you want to schedule your free time. I personally find it hard to have 1 hour blocks of free time; I get nothing done. I need 2.5+ hours to hunker down and complete a task from start to finish without feeling unnecessarily rushed (like feeling panicked). 12:15-1:15 is the craziest time in the dining halls. If you get out of class at 10:50 am, you can catch an early lunch, where everything is stocked up. Or if you get out of class at 12:15 and don’t have another class until 2:45pm or later, you can catch a later lunch, a more quiet dining experience but fewer options (but you can still find something you like if you pick the dining hall wisely).

4. During course registration: don’t panic.

5. Nepotism is a thing. People get into classes because they have a relationship with that professor (so use this fact to your advantage as time moves forward). But, if you don’t get into a class that you really wanted to get into and have never interacted with the professor teaching that class:

a. submit a perm. it’s a tweet. be concise. don’t just say the class “works for your schedule,” but think about the specific reasons you want to learn from that professor. a perm that combines the prof’s engaging and effective pedagogy (lecture / discussion / a textbook the prof authored / project) with your interest in the content of the class is an unstoppable perm (think: if you are drawn to just the content of the class or that you have to do the course bc it fulfills a GE, your profs can be like, go take it somewhere else bc there’s almost always a class somewhere in the 5c’s with empty seats that’s covering similar material, if content / satisfying GEs is all you care about) .

b. send a follow-up email immediately after, and make your case more thoroughly. flattering words (that aren’t excessive) about the prof don’t hurt. talk to people who’ve taken the class to extract specific, once-in-a-lifetime classroom experiences that you can allude to in your email. finding alums of a class is easier than you think. ask around. you did sign up to go to a college with a sense of community. use it.

c. if no response from the prof or a response along the lines of “i can’t guarantee anything,” be ready to show up to class on day 1. even if the prof responds with a gentle no, showing up to the first class isn’t a bad idea. if at the first class, they are firm that they have no more spots and no questions asked, then unfortunately the case is closed (it’s a sign to take another course that interests you AND you can try again next semester). but if they don’t provide a definitive “no,” you can keep trudging forward, following the steps below.

d. at the end of day 1 class (i don’t recommend talking to the prof at the beginning of the class because everyone is anxious), talk to them. make your case again. be friendly. you aren’t entitled to a spot in their class, so don’t act like it.

e. if still nothing decisive, at this point you’re fighting a war of attrition. the prof doesn’t really care. nevertheless, you persist: do your homework diligently, show up to office hours, always go to class, sit in the front if you can. stay hopeful because this is the window where people are “shopping around” and often are dropping classes.

f. if the prof is consistently unresponsive, keep going with this strategy mentioned in part (e) until the add deadline. i always have told myself: if you make a point that you really want to learn, the professors love that, and they really can’t stop you from doing that. unless they’re really unreasonable / difficult or there just aren’t enough seats in the classroom, they’ll let you in -- at the end of the day, it’s their job to impart their knowledge to the next generation of eager thinkers.

Academics: it’s not always pretty, but it’s fulfilling if you do it right.

1. People say freshman fall is a throwaway semester, and I’ve seen academics get tossed to the side. Yes, use the time to adjust, make friends, and have fun. Respect yourself and the transition you’re making. But hold yourself to a high academic standard. I say this because most of us experience some level of impostor syndrome upon our arrival at (a top liberal arts) college. After a few months, we may feel like we belong socially, athletically, extracurricularly, and culturally, but in my opinion the most important aspect of college life is feeling like we belong to the intellectual community. While genuine self-confidence is the most powerful force to conquer impostor syndrome, a bit of external validation (aka grades) can go a long way in making you feel empowered and confident (also why people commit to colleges that give them merit aid -- it’s a form of external validation to prove that they belong at that college, intellectually).

2. First 3 weeks: don’t party too hard (or don’t go out at all, if cold turkey is easier than tempering the alcohol and fun). If the professor assigns textbook reading even though she lectures in class, do it. As concepts are covered in class, do the corresponding practice problems. Go to every office hour, even if you have, like, 1 clarifying question. The first few weeks of the semester is always when everyone is running around --adjusting, partying-- because there aren’t looming projects and exams, but the first 3 weeks are the most important weeks of the semester. Academic coursework in college builds on itself, and having a commanding grasp of the first few weeks of the material will ensure success later on. You can always stop reading the textbook and stop going to office hours if, after 3 weeks, you find it redundant or unhelpful. Think about this analogy: when driving a car, you have to push the gas pedal relatively hard to accelerate your car a tiny bit, but it is effortless to release the gas pedal. The car will slow down immediately. Go hard in the beginning; you can always chill out. In contrast, when you realize during week 4 that the professor’s way of explaining things is convoluted and then you turn to the textbook or tutors, your experience catching-up will feel hard and not very fun.

3. Preview the material before you go to class, pay attention in class (SIT IN THE FRONT ROW and ask questions in class, this alleviates any confusion immediately which saves time in the long run), and then review the material after class. Everyone is so scared of learning through repetition and memorization (especially in Western educational institutions, there’s this paranoia and fear about busy/rote work), but even at a top educational institutions like cmc/pomona/mudd professors are going to ask you to memorize stuff. Prof. Sarkis (linear algebra professor!) has always said that to speak a foreign language (understand linear algebra!), you first have to memorize the basic words (definitions/proofs!) in order to construct sentences (discuss complexities in linear algebra!). So if they make us do it in math (which doesn’t seem like a class that requires students to memorize crap), then every class has an underlying set of vocabulary, and you should know it like the back of your hand. Memorize by frequent repetition -- tip: schedule your (p)review habits around your classes (preview, go to class, review immediately after; rinse and repeat), which holds yourself accountable and establishes routine. Every time you do a cumulative review of the material after class, you should review the material so thoroughly that you’re prepared to take the midterm if it was the following day. This discipline will save you time when you prepare for and take the actual test. Since most of the stuff is already in your head, midterm studying will be easier. That’s a no-brainer. During tests, I’ll make the argument to you through proof by contradiction: if you choose to not memorize stuff and instead “reason” through it on the test, you waste time. So, why not just memorize the theorem or fact and save yourself time and mental energy?

4. Use the QCL/CWPD. They get paid. You get help. It’s a win-win! If there are a bunch of people available to tutor a subject: in the beginning of the semester, shop around. Try different people (perhaps present them the same assignment) and see who works best for you. Book appointments ahead of time. Planning is important -- anticipate a problem set or paper, and assume that you will have questions (okay, so if the pset was easy, you might not have direct questions about the pset, but the act of doing the pset forces you to engage more with the material, so you will probably have questions about the material itself), book an appointment before your favorite person gets booked up (unlikely to happen, but still, certain time slots with your person can be competitive). Tip: if you schedule an appointment 24 hours before the pset is due, that will motivate you to get the pset/paper done in advance of the meeting so you can check stuff with the mentor/consultant. This will force you to not do assignments last minute, which makes them a lot more enjoyable and interesting!

5. Go to Office Hours. If professors go over psets during office hours, make sure you try to solve the problems prior to attending. Learning and truly understanding material is NOT a spectator sport. You have to actively participate! Don’t show up to just get the answers. It shows, you aren’t learning as much, you aren’t pushing yourself to reach your full potential, and you aren’t getting your bang for your buck in terms of expensive tuition. If you don’t have questions about the material, ask professors about their lives. Did you know that people’s favorite topic to talk about / write about is themselves? It’s also a privilege that we get to interact directly with professors; that’s not the case at most top institutions. Showing up means you care (I have gone to many office hours, and it’s obvious that nobody else shows up because it doesn’t directly benefit their pursuit of earning a good grade). If you have a borderline grade at the end of the semester, being a regular attendee of office hours will bump your grade up.

6. Midterms. The word “midterm” sounds more stressful than “test.” Yes, they are weighted more heavily in college than they were in high school, and to guarantee yourself an A at the end of the semester, you must submit decent work for each midterm/project/assessment and for the final exam. This is speaking in terms of the A cutoff listed on the syllabus, which is usually 95+. So a final grade of a 93 technically won’t guarantee you an A but that doesn’t mean the prof can’t or won’t bump you up, but this is case-by-case and thus unreliable. Often, with 1-2 midterms, a final, and some free participation/homework points, there’s some wiggle room. That’s the truth, but you should never tell yourself that, since you will likely slack if you persuade yourself with that truth.

a. advice as your scramble in prep for your first midterm: study your hardest for your first midterm! you don’t know what to expect, and you shouldn’t expect an easy test (philosophically you’ll always be disappointed). prepare for the hardest exam you can imagine, and then if the exam is easy, well, that’s a lovely treat and you probably just knocked it out of the park. the material covered on the first midterm lays the foundation for the rest of the semester, so if the first midterm goes well, you’ll have an explosive amount of confidence moving forward.

b. nevertheless, the whole “midterms aren’t everything, they are an arbitrary measure of self-worth, and you have wiggle room moving forward” is a good reality check when your first midterm doesn’t go as planned -- which is frequent, since you’re adjusting to a new teaching style and often a totally different discipline of study. after a less than ideal first midterm, know that your overall course grades are more volatile in college than they were in high school, and that should be an empowering fact. your grades will change for the better if you’re willing to put in the work. doing well on the next midterm/project/paper can virtually erase any previous screw up, if you’re willing to put in the work (see the pattern?). what does a willingness to put in the work entail? you have to commit to working harder than you did before (even if you already thought you were operating at your max, you can push yourself harder!) to perform the way you want. that means being generous about your time: don’t complain about how much time you spent on a pset or at office hours. the newsflash is that understanding concepts thoroughly takes time, focus, and discipline. in fact, you might need more time than your peers, so quit comparing or internalizing that other folks are breezing through the class. they might be, but it’s in your best interest to assume that they are also grinding just as hard, if not even harder, than you to get the results they are hoping for.

7. Finals: in high school, it was really hard for final exams to change your grade for better or for worse, but in college, finals are powerful! If you want to raise your grade and you’re willing to put in the work, finals are the IDEAL opportunity (life hack: if you think of your work as opportunities rather than obligations, you will be happier).

*make a plan* (channel elizabeth warren, who has a plan for everything). think about each course that you’re taking, and classify it as situation (1) or situation (2) -- see below. make a list of everything you’d like to get done before the exam; this act helps you visualize which classes have more work. allocate time accordingly, and prioritize, prioritize, prioritize. prioritization takes bravery. do you really need to spend an afternoon, 1 week before finals start where time is still plentiful, studying for an exam in a class that you have a 98%? yeah, it’s always scary to leave stuff off to the last minute (at least for me), but it seems like you can probably cram for that exam the day before. since you understand the concepts, you’re just refreshing your memory. it won’t be too painful. more pragmatically, one week out before the craziness, the course that’s borderline A-/B+ is probably on the forefront of your mind. not groundbreaking, but worth noting: the only way to reduce stress about that class is to do something about it! in this case, study! use the 1 week before finals start, where time is still plentiful, to work though conceptual blips and re-teach yourself challenging material (this should not happen the day before the exam, so make time for it well in advance). trust me, that will make you feel accomplished.

key mindset: you will feel more steady/calm in the days leading up to the exam if you already have a good grasp on the major concepts and just have to fill in some minor gaps.

situation (1): in the most ideal world, you knock it out of the park for each midterm/project -- and the final exam/project will be chill. this is for 2 reasons: a) most pragmatically, you can afford to not do as well and still get an A. you’ve bought yourself extra wiggle room, and b) philosophically, the strong work you’ve consistently submitted throughout the semester shows that you have a solid grasp of the material, so that final will just come down to some focused memory-refresh.

situation (2): that ideal case is most often not the case. a rough midterm happens. that’s life. my advice after being in this situation every semester: midterms provide some indication of your understanding of the material (unless you have another metric, which is great!), so review those mistakes and make sure there are no conceptual gaps there. you’re going to have to go through everything discussed in class with a fine mesh sieve and ask yourself -- do I really understand this, or do I need to spend a few more minutes/hours hammering this concept out? (you shouldn’t be doing much during finals week anyway, so “I don’t have time” is not an excuse). it’s going to feel a bit more like catch-up (aka hell, as mentioned earlier) the days leading up to the final exam, and you’re probably beating yourself up about why you aren’t finding yourself in the circumstances of situation (1), but stop feeling sorry for yourself and start grinding. it is 11/10 worth it when you get that A!

sleep and eat during finals. take breaks. make sure you are crystal clear about when you’re supposed to be and where for your exams. last minute changes are all too common, so clarify logistics before everything gets crazy. then you can spend all of your time doing the important thing -- studying.

College midterms and finals are really rewarding! Since you have fewer of them, the adrenaline rush and stress is real. For me, high school was more a slow burn with a million tests happening simultaneously, but college workflow is more like short bursts of craziness with hearty breaks. You’ll be exhausted at the end of each stressful climax, but it feels fulfilling when you have a comprehensive understanding of the material.

8. Group studying: don’t do it. Much of learning is actually a lonely activity. I can’t speak for everyone, but here’s my personal experience: group studying is fun, but I reach record-breaking lows in productivity when I study with others. However, I consistently find myself in a state of flow when I’m isolated and have literally nothing to distract me. In my ideal world, I would sit in a room with no furniture, just white walls and a desk in the middle. My laptop would just disappear when I didn’t need it, since that is a major procrastination tool for me. In our realistic world, my preferred study spaces are the 4th floor of the library, South Quad study lounges (if people don’t collaborate in there), or the Reading Room (I do get pissy and will call people out or pack up my stuff and leave if I hear whispering). The sole purpose of convening a group of classmates should be last minute regurgitation of general concepts. Explaining concepts to another human is helpful review. But if you are your best critic, you can also just teach the air or the wall and get feedback from yourself about your understanding of the material? At the end of the day, you know yourself best, and you are able to be the most honest/brutal with yourself about your understanding (think fine mesh sieve analogy mentioned earlier). I also believe that group studying is only helpful when I have buddies who have a similar level of understanding as me. Otherwise, I feel overwhelmed because I can’t keep up with the discourse or I end up being the tutor. As discussed earlier, being helpful takes time and energy, and usually the week before a midterm is busy and tiring.

9. Studying: I like writing on blank paper! Try it. I feel freed, both literally and symbolically, when there are no lines on the page. I do all of my homework and study guides on printer paper.

9.5. Basic truth, but worth stating: Put your phone away, and put your laptop away when you clearly don’t need it. Often, I tell myself I need to look something up on my laptop, and 30 minutes later I’ve totally forgotten what I was actually supposed to be doing on my laptop. Also, you don’t need to respond to text messages and emails immediately! If it’s an emergency, people will call, and you can hear your phone ring even when it’s put away (or even better, they’ll find some other way to get a hold of you). At a minimum, I’m assuming you check your email/phone twice a day, so you won’t ever run the danger of accidentally ghosting someone; you can afford to not check your email or texts when you’re studying. I always think about my elementary and middle school years and how I was much more focused back then. Also, during that time, I had a phone that wasn’t all that interesting and didn’t use my laptop. Coincidence? I think not.

10. Always carry a folder with some scratch paper in it. Take the cover sheets from the printer (I take other people’s cover sheets as well, since everything left on the printer is fair game). Sometimes everything is a jumble in your head, and writing it down on an unimportant piece of paper allows all the thoughts to just pour out and organize themselves. In linear algebra we called our scratch paper our PSMS (private safe math space). In this space, we don’t feel the pressure of writing out a perfect proof or solution on our first try (newsflash: it’s impossible). It gives us freedom to think and try things out. Then once you get all of the thinking done with arrows and exclamation marks and things crossed out, it’s easy to put everything together in an aesthetically pleasing and logical way.

11. Grades: have the discipline to not discuss grades with your professors. If you focus on the material and the process of understanding the material, they will love you! And that love will help you earn satisfactory grades. Among all of the professors I’ve had, they share a universal hate in discussing grades (some will tell you that explicitly in the syllabus or whatever), but just don’t be that person. This semester in math we were fully banned from discussing grades and honestly that made me learn the material a lot more voraciously. Here’s a reassuring note that will hopefully persuade you to not worry about grades even more: after finals, professors will try their best to give you what they can. People say that they’re always pleasantly surprised when they see their transcript. You must give your professors a reason to give you the benefit of the doubt -- that means enjoying the process of learning cool new things and kicking ass on each of your midterms!

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AY2019/2020 Y1S1 Module Review

AY2019/2020 year 1 semester 1 review

Started school around august after orientation camp in july, and had to study after doing nothing for months after a levels and finally had the taste of the rigour of this major.. semester 1 went by too quickly..

Modules taken this semester:

CS1010S

MA1101R

MA1521

BT1101

GER1000

CS1010S Programming Methodology (Python)

Prof: Ben Leong

Exam Dates: 2 Oct (Midterm) / 16 Nov (Practical Exam) / 27 Nov (Finals)

Weightage:

Coursemology – 25% (25%)

Participation – 5% (5%)

Midterm test – 15% (-)

Practical exam – 15% (20%)

Final assessment – 40% (50%)

(those in brackets are for those taking alternative final)

S in CS1010S is for science students, most students are either science students (DSA/ Life Science plenty) or BZA students.

Overall this module easily had the highest workload compared to other modules, having to rush missions every week, complete tutorials (this is pretty standard duh) and lecture trainings before deadlines for bonus points on a gamified platform. One could sit at their table wracking their brains for the whole day and still not be able to come up with a feasible code, or have their codes stuck with some bugs and not knowing how to continue. Really, without the help from fellow friends this module would be hard to get through. Luckily my TA was kind (and patient!) enough to explain such that my brain could get it. Ended up having to IP this module sadly… This module really requires your wholehearted devotion and really tests your patience i must say, especially for people who are not too intellectually inclined (aka me)..

They introduced a new scheme this semester aka Alternative Final, meaning you get to retake your midterm and finals by tabao-ing it into the next sem except you do your finals during the recess week instead of the finals, kinda like a half-retaking a module? Your grades for finals are IP-ed (in progress) rather than letter grades and the finals and midterms will be accounted for in the following half a semester albeit under different weightage components.

They said its a introductory module, but …………..

This year’s practical exam was particularly hard i think i had friends (even the zai ones) getting single digit marks… banked full in on the Method of Life question (Q5) of finals which is a giveaway question asking you how you can apply the concepts to other parts of your life and your main take-aways from taking this module (filled up the whole page and got full marks for it 4m) without this question i would have failed the paper..

Now i have to work hard the next sem… its kinda sad for us BZA students because CS1010S is a prerequisite for those wanting to take BT2101 and CS2030/2040 modules in the following semester (y1s2). Future students (esp BZA) please take the advice to consider this when deciding whether to IP…. because guess who didnt and regretted not thinking deeper…..

Ah one more thing to take note is the weightage is quite different for those IP/ alternative final people, theres higher weightage for the papers :_D

Ben Leong is a pretty good lecturer, hes solid in delivering concepts except my brain may be a little too slow for him.. Theres also lecture videos online that you can refer to and thousands of papers (with solutions!!) waiting for you to do.. something uncommon for many modules i heard? also, you get to see your final (scanned) paper through a website, in ben leong’s words “how cool is that?” he also uploads the mark scheme for your reference which is pretty cool imo. He’s a very interesting lecturer.

MA1521 Calculus for Computing

Prof: Leung Pui Fai

Exams: No midterms, just an online quiz (4 questions, most get full marks for), and the finals

Weightage: cant really rmb the weightage but i think its 40-60? i think tutorial attendance isnt graded..

They said this was just a repeat of H2 maths with more stuffs well boy i must say this wasnt as easy as they said.. okay maybe for me, ive always struggled with maths for a really long time. Surprisingly got a B for H2 Maths, i got a B3 for O levels really the blemish in my results. Got a B- for this module. Many people will say this is an easy module, you can trust them a little different in my shoes i guess. I didnt turn up for lectures for the half part of the semester since he talks a bit too slowly so i just watch the webcast sped up. But being a procrastinator i’m really behind on webcasts by the time the exams came.. i think i spent too much time on CS1010S and its still not enough.. if you dont have the discipline to watch them religiously at home, i would suggest you go for the lecture even though he may talk abit slowly but it forces you to not miss out on them. I dont really had the time (is it i wonder?) to do the tutorials either so i was also behind on them.. most of the time i just sat for tutorials and took the answers down to only work on them many weeks later (much regrets) so i didnt really understood what was going on as the TA went through. please dont be like me… the recess week was for sure not enough to revise/ learn all the content for all your mods for both midterms/finals so please dont be lazy like me…. this is the suffering i brought upon myself TT

Overall i think. it is not that hard a mod if you do your work consistently.. things got a little confusing towards the end i heard they dropped a whole chapter this semester glad they did.

MA1101R Linear Algebra I

Prof: Wang Fei

Weightage:

Finals (28 Nov, 2h)— 60%.

Mid-term test (4 Oct, 2h)— 20%.

3 homework assignments (4% per assignment) — 12%.

An in-class Lab (MATLAB) quiz — 8%.

This was one of my most hardest period in my life and i say this on PERIODT. As if maths wasnt tough enough, this will really declare a survival of the fittest among your remaining brain cells. Friends told me maths came into their dreams… pls extinguish my soul. You must be thinking i am crazy for wanting to take 2 math mods in a sem right? ?

Yeahh no one really does that but it was my idea because i didnt want to do maths together with all the core core mods (BT and CS) next sem so i decided ah i should just get maths over and done with ( hAH real joke bc i couldnt clear CS1010S and i cant take 2k level mods for BT and CS and unlocked clown outfit because theres one more ST2334 core mod that involves probability and stats so much for thinking i will be over and done with for dealing with maths– someone tell me why did i choose this major again?)

Somehow along the way i realised the bell curve for this was surprisingly high i think those who chose this mod intend to delve even deeper in mathematics, mayhaps i joined the wrong major. The R in MA1101R actually stands for rigorous i didnt realise until my friend read the fine prints in the SOC Course Curriculum for BZA or sumn. Pure hell. There are 3 homework assignments (graded mind you) and most of the students get around 50++/60 i think i was the one of the rare few who flunked quite badly and always eyeballed by my TA (who is a prof for some 3k or 4k level maths, not for this mod though). I approached him for consults and for help and he was nice enough to sit me down and explain slowly. He’s pretty good at explaining slowly although he’s pretty fast in class (and most of the semester i had close to ZERO idea what was going on in class for pretty much most of the mods). Shockingly managed to pull out a C from my butt. The intellect of the students are no joke.. Homework assignments are every 3 weeks starting week 6 i think (so week 6, 9, 12) and i think are there to make sure you catch up with the work.

Oh lectures-wise, i sat for ½ of his classes, i really absorb almost nothing.. the rest of the lecture hall seem to get it though or so it seems. so i stopped attending my own lectures to watch the webcast for Prof Victor Tan too. His webcasts/lectures are really popular and it really owe it to his teaching, apparently he taught Wang Fei before and of course had over ten more years of experience. WF’s lecture turn-outs are comparatively less compared to VT. And on panopto (webcast platform) i think it was almost always 360++ views for VT as compared to a 80++/ was it 30++ for WF if i recall correctly. VT slides are also more concise and simple to understand where as WF’s ones are similar to the textbook. You are also required to purchase a textbook for this module costs around $20 from the co-op store in science and i urge you to purchase it asap when the profs announce they are made available bc they run oos quite fast.. the tutorial questions are from the textbook and the textbook is very simple and straightforward and put together by some of the lecturers/profs in school.

BT1101 Introduction to Business Analytics

Prof: Dr Sharon Tan, Desmond Ong

Weightage:

1. Online Quiz & Datacamp Assignments — 7%

Tutorial 1-4 — 8%

Tutorial 5 onwards — 15%

In-class Assessment (Written) — 10%

Practical Assessment — 20%

Final Assessment — 40%

In class assessment is held 2ish weeks after your midterms week so its kinda like your midterms?

Mm i would say this module is the most ?? its hard to put in words but if you read up the confessions page (NUSwhispers) regularly you would see many complaints that the mod is structured not as neatly as CS1010S its quite here and there everywhere and personal opinion, sometimes i dont know what i am supposed to learn but i guess its like that? The profs seem to value not wanting to spoonfeed and us learning on our own and stuff like that. I heard the mod was much harder in previous years and they simplified it a lot compared to in the past (which i really thank god) but its still a bit ?? They split it into two halves, first half of the sem is taught by Dr ST (Descriptive Analytics) and the next half by DO (Prescriptive and Predictive Analytics).

There are online videos to be watched every week even though you get lectures once every 2 weeks when Dr ST teaches and tutorials to be submitted to your TAs that are graded only after about 6/7 weeks. They leave comments (½ sentences someitmes shorter) and your marks received and thats about all so you dont really know where you went wrong since they are not marked paper and pen way. The tutorials are coding exercises for questions using the R language. They also used Datacamp to drill some of the basics of R for a headstart. Her workshop style lectures are a lot of on the spot learning how to code and stuff which i lag behind a bit because she goes a bit fast in order to cover everything. We learn new content via the online videos that we have to watch every week and theres quizzes for them too weekly iirc.

The next half by DO had no online videos (great!! and no quizzes!!) but weekly lectures and graded tutorials are due every 2 weeks(!!). There are still weekly tutorials but its only graded for every 2nd one, wow this saved me a lot of time phew. I didnt get to do the tutorials for those that are not graded but read through the questions so that i get a gist of whats going on, and somehow i really dont have the time to do it? CS1010S really absorbed a large chunk of my time cries. Finals was a oK it was not that bad i think. There are 20 MCQs and then about 4 structured questions? Closed-book with 1 A4 sheet cheatsheet.

Oh and the bad part about the tutorials are the tutors wont provide you with the model answers/codes so you’re really just on your own. You either get it or nah. :_D

GER1000 Quantitative Reasoning

Weightage:

1. Tutorial — 10%

2. 10 Weekly Quizzes — 20%

3. Project —35% (Presentation 10%, Final Report 25%)

4. Finals (28 MCQs, 2h) — 35%

No lectures so no profs, just weekly online videos and quizzes.

Tutorials are every odd/even weeks depending on the slot you chose.

Groups are arranged by the TAs beforehand.

This was pre-allocated for us so (grits teeth). Honestly a waste of time. One of the mods i neglected till the end to focus on other mods (which was worth it). The workload was manageable, of course (if not how to neglect). Every 2 week you meet together wiht your groupmates to discuss tutorial questions (each group will discuss 1 qn) and every tutorial class ended about 30min earlier. Nearing the end theres a group project report and slides to be done. Report is in the form of QnA so you just answer the questions and slides/ presentation is going through an article of a topic you chose (theres about 10) and you analyse the QR part of it what is good what can be better, etc. Theres also a bit of the stats part with probability and stuff but its a OK. Bell curve steep for finals (40 MCQ, 2h) but most finished in 1h and left the hall, i was one of the few who stayed till the end even though i was just staring at the paper into the depths of my soul for reasons unknown) It’s a lot about experiments not really the scientific/ calculations part of it but understanding about coming up with experiments, the pros and cons of carrying things out a certain way in loose terms something like the art of crafting experiments? makes you think a bit deeper how and what people think and not so dry i guess.

Epilogue

i guess thats a wrap–new semester starts soon :( i think this might be the first module/semester review tumblr blog but i hope this can be of help to anyone, to anyone at all. the owner of many of similar review blogs get really stellar results which i may be too out of league from so i hope this brings comforts to those who are doing not so well and encourage them because im not any different we exist, and we’ll survive.

CARPE DIEM 2020 LETS GEDDIT

#y1s1

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Initial Impressions

So I have been asked to start a blog to record how my exchange goes by the Dean of my homeschool. To give you all some background, I am studying a Bachelor of Design in Graphics through the Academy of Design Australia. I have come to Vancouver, Canada to spend two quarters studying at La Salle college, which used to be the Art Institute. This is my first time blogging so I hope it doesn't become too boring.

My exchange here was necessary for me because my Permanent Residency card was about to run out and I need to renew it. The exchange all came together really quickly and I didn't have a full two weeks to get everything together. I finished my exams on the 21st of June and then left Australia on the 1st of July to Arrive in Canada the same day (time travel!).

I am lucky to have lots of friends in this country because I used to live here for many years. My friend Katie picked me up from the airport, late as usual for her, and brought me back to her place where she had a free room while she was waiting to find a new room mate. I wasn't planning to live with Kate, because the rent was a little higher than I thought I could make work, but when I got here and remembered how beautiful the view is, I couldn't say no to living here. So finding a place to live short notice became the easy task!

Since I arrived on Canada day, my first night was celebrating and fireworks all over the city which we could watch from the deck outside my room! Canada was celebrating me getting back home. Not really but it sounds good! After my first night I had a day or two to settle in because the semester started on July 3rd, but my first class was the Tuesday the day after.

Coming from the Academy where all classes are between 9am and 6pm (for the longer ones), I have class Tuesday which is scheduled from 6:30pm to 10:30pm. My instructor is super nice and let us decide to have the class from 6-10 instead so that we can leave a little earlier. My other two classes are 1:30-5:30pm on Thursday and Friday. I like having classes so spread but it does make it harder to find a job which will work around that.

My classes are Art Direction, Ethics, and Foundations of Electronic Production. I only have three this quarter which is nice for workload but I don't know what my next quarter will look like. Before I get into describing my classes, I will tell you about the other struggles. Finding a job was tougher because of my schedule. It took me about three weeks, which has eaten away all of my measly savings, but I am working at a company which I worked for previously. My first day is today! It could have been a week ago but I had a big project which I wanted the day to prepare for.

Ok, so the classes! After my first class in each of them I was panicking! I thought that the workload seemed massive and the amount of work that we would be producing would be very crazy, but the stages are more manageable than my first impression. I also thought that I was very far behind the rest of my classmates when I started because of the discussions and the way they seemed to shrug off the pressure. My first submission was the very next week and I was embarrassed to show my work, but I soon discovered that I was not at all behind and I shouldn’t have worried at all!

My school in Australia is very theory based and we generally have one main assignment brief each class, each semester. We learn a lot and then at the end of the semester we have exams to test what we have learned. Here, only one of my classes has an exam and its a mid-term! We create a lot more work here and its all to create portfolio pieces! Another comparison I have is that my instructors in Australia talk a lot about how competitive the industry is over there because of the large number of Designers. Over here, the industry is huge and designers are in demand which is amazing for me because I plan to move here at the completion of my degree!

OK! Art Direction! This is the first class of my week each week. This class we learn about being an Art Director. My first assignment was to direct a photographer to create three magazine covers to match a current food magazine. I chose the magazine Prosto, which is a Russian food magazine, and has a wonderful messy cover style. I encourage you to look it up and I will add my covers as soon as I can figure out how! We had to create our covers as mockups using found images from the internet to show to our Photographer, which was another member of our class who we chose by picking names from a hat. We had a few in class exercises about photographing food and consistency. The photoshoot was to take up a whole class and we had to bring in the food we were to photograph along with all our backgrounds, props, and of course our camera and any gear we needed to be the photographer for someone else. My photoshoot went amazingly well and I got the exact shots I wanted because I prepared really well and I had a fantastic photographer! That all gets handed in today for class.

Ethics is a theory class. We talk about ethics, morals, and how they should influence decisions. It is the most boring of my classes on paper but its actually a really interesting class and the discussions are really engaging. This week is my mid-term and then it’s all small written papers and one final large written essay. I should mention now that in all classes we are graded on participation as well as our work, which means that we have to participate in discussions and show up on time to every class.

My final class each week is Foundations of Electronic production. This is the class which I was warned about because it has the highest workload but so far I am finding it comfortable. My first assignment here is to rebrand a destination or town. I have chosen Nelson, BC where I used to live. We have a lot that we have to create, but the largest part of the assignment is to create the branding guidelines. We have to make this professional and well written which will be the hardest part. The other assignments for this class will also be big. This class has a lot of in class work which needs to be created within the small amount of time we have in class. This adds a lot of pressure but helps to generate ideas quickly which we can refine later at home for the homework.

All of the instructors that I have here are amazing! They are very helpful and understanding. The campus is so much nicer than the temporary campus that the Academy has. There is also a lots of interesting courses offered on the campus, which is neat to look around. Music production, Culinary, Video game production just to name some of them.

All in all, I’m having a good time and learning a lot. Living with Kate is super awesome! We have been floating on a small lake a couple of weekends, we watch baseball, have poker nights, and nights in watching TV. There is a lot of good options for food and many which are really cheap! Living in the city, means I can find just about anything I want and usually pretty cheap. I’m getting lots of sun, which is fixing my vitamin D deficiency, and I’m getting my Canadian life back on track. I will try to keep this blog updated as much as possible with impressions and work!

Thanks for reading

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i know. im sure.

u asked for it darling,, ilu xx

1.Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend?

YEs. Either or i love boys i love girls I LOVE LOVE

2.When did your last hug take place?

like friday?? idk i’ve only ever been w my fam this weekend and we’re not super huggy

3.Are you a jealous person?

Hah,,, no,,, yes.

4.Are you tired right now?

A lil bit. i had a nice sleep in today.

5.Do you chew on your straws?

yes. anxious habit. and i get bored. yes.

6.Have you ever been called a tease?

no i never get much attention of that sort and i’m lowkey happy abt that.

7.Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?

no i love sleep and dreaming too much for that

8.Do you cry easily?

depends??? like movies, yes, frustration, yes, but i don’t cry when i’m sad unless its like groundbreakingly awful.

9.What should you be doing right now?

doing homework and writing arsenic (my tom riddle fic which i love)

10.Are you a heavy sleeper?

again, depends on how much i need sleep. usually, i think.

11.Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months?

HAH. HAH. HAH. no one could put up w me for that long also i have some sort of commitment issues bc i’m scared of them getting bored and not being enough

12.Are you mad at someone right now?

no,, i dont think so ??

13.Do you believe in love?

yes. i have to. yes.

14.What makes you laugh no matter what?

AVPM. hands down. love it. also nathan zed, love, actually and doctor who innuendos.

15.Who was the last person you talked to?

my dad?? irl and one of my friends over messenger

16.Do you get butterflies around the person you like?

YES

17.Will you get married?

idk?? i’d have to find someone who i love that much?? and they’d have to love me too?? 18.When was the last time you smiled?

in the shower probs. i have good thoughts in the shower. (just daydream thoughts)

19.Does anyone like you?

THIS IS FUNNIER THAN THE RELATIONSHIP ONE hAH. PROBABLY NOT. (i’m assuming this means crushing, so HAH.)20.Do you secretly like someone?

no i mean yes i mean what

21.Who was the first person you talked to today?

dad.

22.Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

@acestephendene

23.What are you NOT looking forward to?

EXAMS

24.What ARE you looking forward to?

finishing my godamn fic, bc it means so much to me but i’ll be so happy to finish it bc it will mean that i can write a book!

25.Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?

if you’re talkin abt any kind of love, then i think my dad means it. but other that no, bc i’m not that gr8 at makin ppl love me or bein in relationships

26.Suppose you see your ex kissing another person what would you do?

turn around and walk away bc they deserve to be happy (this has happened and i was well and truly over it so i was fine lol)27.Do you plan on moving out within the next year?

no but i hate this town so i guess i wish i was

28.Are you a forgiving person?

yes. probably too much, but its fine.

29.How many TRUE friends do you have?

5 or 6??

30.Do you fall for people easily?

not really? i fall for people for reasons i dont understand and its annoying but i dont fall for people easily??

31.Have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend?

no comment. (although it was only a crush i never did anything abt it im sry)

32.What’s the last thing you put in your mouth?

my water bottle straw???

33.Who was the last person you drove with?

my step mum i think ??

34.How late did you stay up last night and why?

just until midnight, bc i was watching a movie (anna karenina - it was p good)

35.If you could move somewhere else, would you?

Y E S ,, I CANNOT SCREAM IT LOUDER (@ london one day soon i’m comin 4 u )

36.Who was the last person you took a picture of?

a friend for a photography project @ school

37.Can you live a day without TV?

i mean ?? yes ?? i watch all my shows on my laptop so,,, i just couldnt live w/o my phone i admit that

38.When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?

my maths results a few weeks ago i think?

39.Three names you go by..

ali, alex, alexandra (added bonuses; cabbage / peanut :))))

40.Are you currently in a relationship?

one last time,,, hAH HAHAH. no.

41.What is your all-time favorite romance movie?

i cannot pick one for the life of me, so here’s a top 3; ten things, love, actually, and love, rosie.

42.Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?

no. just because i think the people you need and who you want to be and be with will change as you grow.

43.What’s your current problem?

exams are a’comin.

44.Have you ever had your heart broken?

i don’t think so?? i’m so inexperienced w matters of the heart that i’m afraid that maybe i just won’t know what is when my heart breaks. i’ve definitely been hurt over some ex-maybes, though.

45.Your thoughts of long distance relationships?

they work if you are 100% committed and make space for each other. and if you actually see each other regularly. (my now married sister is proof it can work)

46.How many kids do you want to have?

two or three?? (lyra, andromeda and orion are the dream names. i have now claimed them btw :)))

47.Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you like them?

this is funny bc its like the person who made this knows where 2 stab me.

yes. extremely. it hurts. and has caused issues more than once. probs why i have no love life.

i’m so sorry i hope i didnt overwhelm u. i love u. i’m probs so boring oops x

#ali speaks #asks #anon #wow #i h8 myself o #this says a lot abt my love life too oops

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